Poetry and Songwriting from the Bronx
what happens
if you stop
being busy
I think about pain
the pain has a shape
it’s the shape of the world
all fears and violence
flashing
and I feel sad for others
in their
ignorant bliss
and sad for myself
that I can’t achieve
that said
bliss
Materialism your culture is insane you don’t know how to feel killing people across the world is a dirty deal what you call comf...
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