I’ve reached a stalemate
There are no winners or losers
There are no consolations prizes
You don’t get a ribbon
Or a trophy
You simply get what your handed and make the most of it.
Everything you touch turns a pale gray.
In the end, even they ugly things turn their backs away.
“Someone should call the police,
Someone should organize a committee”
But nobody wants things to get done.
I am too lazy
And my chair might miss my fat ass’s company.
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