Destroyer Poem

destroyer of creativity
maker of average
it is a grade school friend
you can’t sing
a weeks work flows by in two seconds
into oblivion
life is dark enough
out here in
give up land
out here in try again city
we are all children coloring in our
enjoying the mud
it is not important if the dirt
on our hands is pure
it is only important that our hands are dirty
from work
fuck the likes
fuck the shares
good art can come from
not being
It’s best to throw the rock
from outside the window
It’s better to scream alone in the forest
God cannot hear you in the

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