Parasite, Rude, Statistically
Poems of self-improvement, not self-esteem
Parasite
You’ve got to burn it down my love
It fights for survival
Like your own flesh
So fat with your soul
It tells you
You are the parasite
You have to burn it all
You will survive
It will not
Rude
It’s rude
To build yourself too much
It’s rude
To look at others work
And say
Not good enough
For me
It’s rude to demand
Better
But it’s worth it
Statistically
Statistically
They’re right
You will fail
Nearly all do
What makes you think
You could pay
Pareto’s Price
They do not know
A soul like yours
Would rather die
With melted wings
Than swim
In numbers
You wouldn’t breathe
You would be dead
All the same
About the Creator
Michael J D Martin
Charles Bukowski, Aldous Huxley, George Orwell and Bertrand Russell fan.
“If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start."
Moving to do this full time, tips go very far.
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