Cheap Vitamin

Frivilous decadence follows the

T.V. and pumping iron orders the day.

Flippant, I stab my birthday cake

As my teeth ch-ch-ch-chatter.


My schoolish channels vent

As I remember what learning is for,

Whilst leaning over into the abyss.

My flapping thought skips a beat

When I remember, La vida es sueño.


The bite of the pill shudders

And my mouth is disillusioned

Chained to Segismundo.


Each swallow chases

A dream that fakes another.

Smile, fate is as real as this

Poem which is written in mid abstract.

The End

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