Happy

Happy? Who asks?

Woke up

realized the world was dark

absent and void

these feelings locked up -tight

and wound around an electric pole

with no place to go

but here. Land in your feed

greed… you greedily feed off my happy.

Happy? Who asks?

no shame

no one to blame

life is just a damn game…

and no, i am not happy.

Poetry

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