Every Shittin' Bit of It

 


The
                  doing of no-thing, like,  as if,
a stock-in-trade    for        me.
        Achieving no-thing, being no-thing,
despite thinking I did something, and was
                   someOne ----   O, a big'ol' Lazy Life
fo' what be left of me.    Fin-
                                          ally, I get to "be"
           the indolent fuck that i spent decades
of  Life trying to hide, deny, detestify, talk around it,
lie about it, (prevaricate on "better days" (what weren't
                                     any better than any other)........I ran
several 1000s of miles without going anywhere, & then
ran
1000s more just for the fuck of it...........imagine if you will, me?
Terminal Uniqueness defined, personified, exemplified.
So bloodyfckn special 'twas indeed.
I knew
from childhood that I'desrved to be direly no-thing and
         O, so Lazzzzzzzzzzzy (m'fuck'a!)
Ya! Ya! Ya!
         NoThing done for doing NoThing !!!  (a True state-of-grace,
so graciously gratuitous in every possible significant state
         of NoThing's aura of languid glow ).
It's
undeniably All-for-NoThing and no thing for all.
 
Work !  Toil !  Sweat and Slave thou fools for the fckn buck !

I "have" nothing, and don't want any of it, anyway, 'cause
   we know it only gets-in-the-way, fools us wit truth, makes
us be'lieve all manner of idiocy, not to mention maiming
   and killing our sister(s)/br'other(s)-----------gotta give
                                                                              it all up.
                                                        Every shitting bit of it.

To Self: Give it all away------die free----unencumbered.

                Or        just die   ,    it's time to go   ,   see what happens .
                                                    out Yonder (!)

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