you find yourself pitched
drained to a pit of whatever that crushes you usually
theres someone up top with what looks like some rope
it's not
it's just for appearance
they'd make it with twine but didn't have time
too busy planning their outfits
to prove them a hero
they hold you down till they break your will
everybody is taking pills
there's all this pity we give out of sequence
let's just have a party
it's far more convenient
all of the guests have arrived too early
there's not enough sympathy to go around
i should have had it catered
the excuses are stocked
the snacks aren't your fault and are certain regardless of what you want to eat
take a dip in the pool
the sorrows feel fine
and besides they'll drown you eventually
we'll all have some whine and feel conscious of time
existentially
and look down our noses at those we find simpler
what are we supposed to do
until then
seriously
ugh
you put so much effort in forms
pitch curves
depths
and nobody notices
and let yourself slip
make a mess harm
break and suddenly everyone's watching you
it's not your fault
it's just conditioning
we all love a good wreck
i know
i'll have one... right now
how are we supposed to arrive when everyone's already there?
how are we supposed to survive if everyone's already dead
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