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Inkling 2

  • Writer: Amal
    Amal
  • Aug 2, 2021
  • 1 min read

engineered rookies

and medical teams,

rocking a rupee and few dreams,

how gray these calamities feel,

being slapped around

for the progress

you bring;


you need have no job,

you need mourn no more,

and you are at deep rest,

deepest rest

from knowing

that your degrees are

all neurological noise,

jewelery made of stale air,

distastes in awareness,

whores sold at auction,

preventing you from

truly knowing what

knowing means;


and what knowing means is

growing your own food

so that dependence be eliminated,

doing your own energy systems

so that nature needn't be fornicated,

and living off into oblivion

with a smile at heart

for your neighbours

and friends,

simple and easy to remember;

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