we are God's absurd ulcer
waking up and shutting down
filling our waste dumps
with glitter and sounds
and stuff to keep us away
from the uselessness
of a life begging
to be understood
when there's nothing
to understand at all.
Whoa! This is profound! On the other side of this poem is someone who's gone pretty deep, I feel.
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What a provocative title that is for what seems like a negative outlook. The first line is a real grabber. Nice job.