I need to scrape off some arrogance
From a character or two.
Lay it to dry in the sun.
Powder it.
Dress a glass table in its glory.
And inhale.
.
I need to believe that I control
Every train, every station,
Every soul on the commute.
Because if a man as mad as he
Lived to tell the tale
Then perhaps I'll die from
inactivity.
.
God, it feels good to crack the rules open.
Peer inside their thoughts.
It's all a lesson in bending the knee
But I'm too busy soaring
On borrowed arrogance
To bow to this world.
.
Not when it is decomposing,
Releasing such a foul stench
The critters at the poles have flipped
Belly up in protest.
Aren't you tired of it too?
The taste of rubber on your tongue,
I mean.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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