In the depths of Aokigahara stands Logan Paul, dejected
"what I meant I did, and I won't be much better,"
he's followed by a line of family influencers
devoid of their gleam. Away from all lenses.
Their children are suing for therapy bills
their sponsors unhappy with the first quarter profits
the forest forgets the path to the door
to a life that was simple, that exists no more.
But the path's overgrown, with roots intertwined,
and the bills on their cali homes are stacked high
and yet, as the branches dangle in the usual refrain
they would do it all, to be relevant again
About the Creator
M.
Half-time writer, all time joker. M. Maponi specializes in speculative fiction, and speculates on the best way to get his shit together.
Author of "Reality and Contagion" and "Consultancy Blues"
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