by Emmit Other
Between Covid
And terrorist landlord
And eye surgery
and a sick cat
I am drawing the line
Maybe our reality is purely banal
And that is all there is
I wish
But if we are entertainment
For something that feeds on our suffering
Whether that be God
Or a devil
Or drama demons
Or hollywood hacks
I intend
To do everything in my power
To take no action
To make no choice
That they dont force me to make
Until I have some assurance
The little boy shaking the ant farm
Cuts it out
And is unlikely
To repeat it
I have reached my limit
And my limit is now
My limit is here
I am done
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