just another literary execution of a frustration i had at a moment in time. i think it and my pen drops my dimes. i have no apologies. thinkin is free try it!


Nowadays
everyone is a poet
and don't know it.
Everyone is an "artist" at the farthest
view
Just a few
people faking it until
they make it into the
pack:
The flock of forgotten
plots of a true free future
not cosmos, blow up the nose
for what reason
Who knows &
who's keeping track
of how to act
when you are loosing yourself
amongst the pack
WHACK!

The totality of originality
has blended into a
Dull grey
everyone is going their own way
leading to the same place.
Wanna be different
with that different style
since when did different people
have the same taste?
That someone else intended
for the majority of the gente
because street style is in this
season and for a little while
until the next mass production
and another prostitution
of the confusion between
finding one's self and loosing
to be consumed by the pack-
WACK!