It all seems so unstoppable

unless it all collapses on itself

 

Over the decades

it is still all the same shit we buy, as it has always been

yet, over the decades

still keeps costing more and more

 

We complain, but really, do we care?

because we still lust for

more

more

more

when

there is no reasoning behind the financial value

of anything anyway

 

I cannot help but be flooded with these thoughts

as I watch athletes who are given millions

of these small rectangular slips of paper

seeing a commercial in every nook and cranny of the screen

distracting from the game these adults play,

blood paper being given to the papered player

originally given from a fan’s pile of paper…

and me, at this bar

trying to divert my life with this costly disturbance

taking a single sheet of paper from my pocket,

that is apparently worth twenty,

although the same size as one worth one,

to be able to eat beans and drink barley

 

It is really all so strange to me…

 

 

 

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(written with pen on paper)