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11.05.07 |
A lovely little poem I just thought up. Why? Because it's banal and cutesy and I feel like it right now. Lately, all my energy has been absorbed in all this crap, which I've come to realize must be my comfort zone because I spend so much time here. It's like, I love love a vacation, but from what? Can you really enjoy a vacation when what you have to come back to sucks? So unless the vacation was from being broke and stressed out all the time, really, what's the point? Might as well get your sorry butt out of bed every day and go earn some money. See, that way you have something to give away. Clever system, capitalism, no?
Anyways, a poem:
Wouldn't it be lovely to take a little trip.
I'd go to places far away, where no one would give me lip.
I'd stay away indefinitely, or until things here got better.
I'd amuse myself for many days, my time would well be fettered.
But then I'd have to come back home and recommence this daily shuffle.
So I think I'd have to pass on that, and bum world with only me and my duffle.
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