No earthly reward
We die on our righteous sword
Zack said cut the chord
Fuck an Oscar award
Politicians leave me bored
The poor can no longer afford
Still in a 15 year old Honda Accord
That's angrily being floored
Greedy are so self-assured
Multiple houses abroad
Each country being easily toured
Possessions are like infestations
They eat at all the hearts and souls
Strive towards a more complex and redefined goal
Without chasing them you can finally become whole
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: August 17th, 2023 00:25
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Comments1
Negative inspiration can be a flame beneath our boiling pot. Fine words, universal sentiment well uttered. Very natural, like the reader is sitting right there in the faded passenger seat of that Honda.
Thank you, yes indeed!
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