Ode To My Bathroom Mirror At 6: 13 In The Morning... - Poem by Manny Furious
Behold! The blazing faces.
Dozens. Hundreds. Tight with disappointment. Drooping
Red with greed. Cornered with regret.
Faces full of angst and existential knots.
Chasing, grabbing, clutching. Faces swimming against
the proverbial current.
Where are you going?
What is so important?
Why are you in such a hurry to die?
What are you lacking at this moment?
Where are the faces of freedom
...Oh, there they are.
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