They

Tristan Robert Lange

They don’t want you to fail

But won’t set you up for

 

Success.

 

Sucks—

The minor details

Always do.

 

Be creative—

You can do it—

Hide your

 

Creativity.

 

By creative,

Know they mean

 

Cog.

 

They want you

To be a

Cog.

 

A smooth fitting

Piece to fit in—

To use until

There is

No more

Use—

 

A fucking

Cog.

 

But you cannot—

You will not be just

Another fucking cog.

 

You are a person,

Full and whole,

Dynamic and

Integrated.

 

You are no cog,

Nor will you get stuck

At the bottom

Of a systemic bog,

 

Millstone necktied

To the stinky serpent

Sinisterly snarling

For blind subserviance.

 

You stand there—

Fully aware—

 

No fog,

 

You make a

Mental log.

 

They always try,

But you are no cog—

And you know,

So long as you never

 

Sell out,

 

Your failure

They set success up for,

Is your freedom

To fly and do

 

Much more.

 

© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, November 8, 2025.

 

Tittu

  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 8th, 2025 08:15
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Machinery rusts and breaks down. A wrench in the works always works showing creativity to the jerks. We all are cogs like it or not in a society too full of moving parts. Good write my friend

  • Jerry Reynolds

    Good write, Tristan. I enjoyed the read.



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