Fretting Calculator, depend not upon open forms morphed into untidy dwellings. Depend not upon the tides to bring you forward only. Depend not upon rumor and ears and mouths and dollar bills. Depend not upon the righteous. Depend not upon your fore-fathers and mothers. Depend not upon the society that holds you up in their questioning eyes.
You carved this. You rose up. You are.
Wiggling your way through the machine
routine routine-routine routine
Nothing is expected of you
Nothing is all around you
Nothing is even within you
Nothing is. Nothing is. Nothing is.
Fold your brow, furrow your arms and swords of cutting wit. Stun the masses with your smile and bait the fish with your sense of worth. Greet Death with open arms, scare him with a kiss.
Ignore the critics, blast my heart open with a tender bullet meant for my head.
Your pitylicious pondering evokes our wandering hearkening parts, spoiled on the ground.
Revolting revolving door, political success depends on the lies they mend.
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