Rhyming Poetry is Like Emaciated Hipster Women

back to normal
oversized buddy holly glasses
undone hair
normalize
immobilized
two tanks
but still running on empty
and i feel fine
so much clatter
talking so much
about nothing in fact
but yourself
making me sea sick
the problem is you
but that's not acknowledge
if to live in this world
you've got to steer conversations
make yourself laugh
beyond the bitter bile taste in your mouth
take your positivity
and shove it right up your ass
because with your blind love for everyone
it delays your opinons
your actions
your decisions
and becoming like them
only makes you another water stain
another turd
another walking contridiction
and we're all apart of the same hypocrisy
some people work it
others become invested in it
and some move out to the woods
and die alone
the struggle you fight for so much
the landmark you want to leave
won't exhist
because the flies collect on turds
turds of the nation unite!
fight for stripped shirt, clingy, latex battles
die with a bamboo plant clenched in your fist
"here lies a fighter, a person of worth, someone who died for nothing, because continuation.."