THE SUPREME BEING OF THE COOKIE

The supreme being of the cookie and all that flows in an ocean and creeps upon the surface of this rock KNOWS I try

Waking up and going to my virtual office in the other room I turn on the goddamn laptop and login to a network of
kooks and endless data that has no end to itself other than to try and choke the shit out of my soul.  The spirit of the machine has no liking for the kinds of me (and maybe you too) but sure as the cock flies and the crow sings a Nirvana tune of scentless apprentice

I am doing the do that many do but hating the act of trying to be a cog in this insane machinery humanity has built

I try you see
but the lie
in me is bitter

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