find a corner


This world is full of people who
mostly
have nothing to say to you.
They would appreciate if
you’d listen, but
you could also be a cactus.
You could be a cactus
on the periphery of a Jackie Chan movie,
but you’d also be
dispensable. There’s always another cactus waiting.
Consider the life expectancy of a letter
in a Microsoft Word document
due to be deleted. You’ve been
backspaced
from a living will and re-born in
a Bucknell University College Application Essay.
You’re not paid to think; you’re paid to hover.
In the interim,
have something cool to drink
and get your vitamins.
Let a man his tomato juice if
tomato juice be his rod and his staff.
However, he still won’t be very interesting.

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