Who will wear you then?

 You saw my life and giggled. I thought I knew myself. you thought you did too. Now the many million platforms see us ascending and descending. Wouldn't you like to live some better life? Won't you impress your friends, isn't that the key to existance?
Untie that desperate flippancy the will toward frivolity, the base where there should be a few bars of solid values and ethics, all empty and neglected. Reach for approval, alas none here.
You thought you knew about my life. I saw you with eyes of curiosity, I saw you with eyes of judgement, No string to hold you together. You wanted to be something you are not.

What would ever move you, despite the ridicule of the other sick ones who rule you less than worthy, and how we give them ears. How we seem to completely care. Even as they plague their way through most of the employees. Would you stand up and believe in one thing that's real or spend this time trading illusions with the other healthy family competitors? Conscience you have, values are scarce though, you come out clean on the surface and soiled to the back of your throat telling us of etiquettes.

The dirtiness in yourself predictable and heavy driving you to elaborate self pity. what a repugnant voice in your head drilling you for not looking better infront of friends, employees and great family.
you were taken dried and squashed and now you are happy jerky. a chew toy for the next rung hierarchy so busy bragging and buying don't get in the way of it except to show awe for those who have more.
These images and constructions holding up your short frame personality answers no questions about life. Lost and decent it's a conversation that packs in a thousand beautiful lies.

Beliefs that protect your little piece of fragile certainty, your collective click of acceptors, your sleepness nights, your adherence to popular behaviour, the way you raise your children with that suave false voice. Pride and meekness a rancid soup. A drop in the bucket of football game vomit diluted by candid cleaning agent. A stable liquid of saline solution into your clumsy vein. 

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