go out in the wind
go out in the driving rain
do capitalism’s bidding
sit on stalled buses
with the angry faces of the damned
listen to horns blaring omnipotent in traffic
go out in the cold of winter
go out in the blazing heat of summer
kill the hours of the day
feel the suicide streets quake
beneath the worn soles of your feet
go out when you’re exhausted
go out when you feel sick
go out when you don’t care
if you live or die
serve
serve
serve
until you can barely breathe
go out in the snow
and brush off your car
with the rest of the fools
read the newspapers
full of tragedy and defeat
choke down your lunch
go out again
when it’s already dark
and the day has been swallowed
by stupidity
go out to the bars
with the rest of the sad drunks
go out to the chain restaurants
that shove bland food into bland mouths
speaking nothing but nonsense
go play the lottery
binge watch tv
go to bed with the sinking feeling
that your life has not been lived well
in a sea of lives that have not been lived well
try to fall asleep
as the world moans around you
and the wind beats
against the glass of your window
and the devil clock
bleeds red
promising you nothing
but that maybe you’ll get
another chance
to do it all again
tomorrow
tomorrow
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