Progressively Worse Poem by Benjamin Feliciano
Progressively Worse
I've been thinking that it's hard to define progress.
I've moved out, grown up, and moved on.
I'm working, buying, and producing
At a rate faster than ever before;
And yet I'm still shivering.
What holds more promise, comfort or creativity?
I recall the days I had time to waste,
Now all I keep wanting is more.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
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