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 The hermit

 

1.No reunion,

Don’t have time,

No small talk,

I’d rather grind,

No how are you,

I am fine,

Small group, small hive mind.

 

2.No cheap slogans,

No face time,

No fake friends,

No fake smiles,

No forced labor,

I’ll survive,

Big group, big hive mind.

POV: you adopt an abandoned cat

 Someone before me

 

Someone before me saw you as a cub,

Someone before me showed you some true love,

Someone before me gave you your first name

And after that happened was never the same.

 

Someone before me knows your actual age,

Why plastic bags scare you, that is really strange;

Someone before me loved you the last time

And then they just vanished so you became mine.

 

Someone before me won’t see you again

Because bad things happen and I understand;

Two years ago kind of lost my spark,

When I saw you out there it was getting dark.

Hungry hearts

 Underfulfilled

 

It’s like a Ferrari

Locked in a garage,

The Atlantic Ocean

Behind a barrage,

An exotic snake skin

Without camouflage,

No, it’s not the Gold Rush,

But self-sabotage.

 

It’s like a diamond ring

Dusty in a jar,

Like a Concorde airplane

Not flying too far,

Like Carlos Santana

Without his guitar,

Like hypnotized victims

Asking where they are.

 

It’s like the deep blue sky

With no One above,

A human heart beating

Without any love;

A wealthy bank owner

Pays in useless stuff

And all of that money

Will not be enough.

All illiterates have become psychologists

 Sweet routine

 

You ask me

If I’m not bored of what I do,

But trust me,

I am most bored of seeing you.

 

Sweet routine,

My mind didn’t glow like this before,

So pristine,

If you just slide towards that door.

 

Smooth looping,

Repetition makes my mind grow,

So soothing,

Ambitious ones will never know.

 

Don’t ask me

If I ever get out of here,

I’d answer,

No, not until you disappear.

Product of society

 Number

 

1.Stayed too long in corporate

And look what they’ve done,

They treated us like numbers,

I have become one.

 

2.And all the things I hated

When I was still young,

I cannot live without them,

They’re part of me now.

 

3.And I was very sick then,

And no one would care,

Strangely they ask for help now,

I’ll never be there.

 

4.Stayed too long in corporate,

I am a number,

Don’t look at me with those eyes,

I can’t be bothered.

To all incels

 Upper middle forever

 

1.Don’t want to be with someone just to pay the rent,

Where all conversations tackle how much we spent,

No way, that life is the killer of all magic,

The first chapter of how love became tragic.

 

2.Don’t want to be with someone who kicks constantly,

Someone who takes their childhood trauma out on me

And finds excuses to be an abuser,

That is not a man, but a fucking loser.

 

3.Don’t need someone who needs me to make him happy,

Come at me if your life is no longer crappy;

You’ve got a sum of money in the bank, I see,

But you’re still stuck in a poor man’s mentality.

 

4.Nothing worse than those lines with which you hit on me,

Maybe except for your own monthly salary;

If you think I’d put up with you just for your touch,

Then know that a sex toy does not cost so much.

Comparison is they joy-killer

 Most dangerous emotions

 

Some are poor and some are rich,

Tell me, isn’t life a bitch?

Some are pretty, others ugly,

Sadly they can both feel naughty;

Some are smart and some are dumb,

Forced to live in the same town,

Some know, others have no clue,

Hey, why should I envy you?

 

Some are sick and some are healthy,

And sometimes the sick get wealthy,

Some try, some don’t give a fuck,

Sometimes losers have some luck,

Some want love, others chase riches,

And later whores become witches,

There is nothing left to do,

Say, why should I pity you?