Monday, April 3, 2017

詩 Far From Joy

Rather than the will to live
It is the joy of life

Why else tarry in this vale of tears
Behold this shit sandwich
"Eat it or starve"?

The enemy of progress
The memory of joy
The goad that drives us

Six boys for every girl
Kill themselves
Not for pain, but lost hope

Some must die
So I can tell myself
That it won't be me
That I am different

Kill the chicken
To frighten the monkeys

Fulfilled desire, rediscovered joy
Lovely woman, leisure, nice things
The esteem of my fellows
Language tells me they exist
But I have no memory of them

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