Saturday, January 8, 2022

No title 1

 
My attention span is the attention span of the fleas I am accused of having.

By the swine who live here.

I am alone in the pandemic because who would be with me?

The outsider, the flea borne.

The mysterious stranger has left for a competition and I miss her.

The parole officer has exposed herself to the death virus and I am alone.

The doctors are swine who want me to suffer.

Why then should I bother to live?


 

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