i live with people
who lies all the time.
do i care?
no.
imagine yourself in
survivor season a,
b, or c, except there is no jeff,
no prizes,
nothing,
except insecurities.
so it does not matter if
one is branding oneself as 'progressive.'
what to trust and what not or nut?
i am not an addict, and trust is
simply a word that means addiction.
i am not 'zététique, '
despite the para normality and pathology
of excessive lying.
i mean,
day in, day out, and year around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem