Why Don't You...
Tell me how it works?
Really!?
Why don't you tell me how it works?
I don't have the ability to make my own fucking decisions
and express myself.
So, please,
Big Brother, Lord of the Flies, Animal Farm...
run my life.
Tell me, what to post, how to look, how to eat, what to feel, who to like,
where to live, how to be.
How often to shit.
Who to fuck... (and how) and when to eat.
Just fucking completely, assimilate and decimate me.
Control every aspect of what I do, socially rate, psychologically enslave and
choke me.
Take away my affinity for free will.
And if I don't comply.
Demote, me.
About the Creator
©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse
Hi! I'm "That Girl Muse," author, artist, muse, poet, surrealist and spirit guide, who uses creativity as a means to heal the mind. Each poem's a lil' bit of Inure Muse's story @Find_the_muse & support my work. You can also book me online!
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