Fossils

Turn around and you’ll find what you’ve always known –
that you’re a terror and everyone else is a lie.
At least the lie was in your favor,
leaving you less lonely,
interrupting your twenty-four hour telecast
of self-importance
and frivolity.

The girls never think of you
and the boys go on playing,
never considering what if,
while you drown in the possibilities
of a better past.

As long as the shots keep flowing
and the ride services stand ready,
the scared and stunted will add poor decisions
to poor decisions,
letting responsibility fall to others,
trading their lives and time
for every dopamine-inducing like,
desperate to see anything in themselves
but themselves.

-1/17/2020

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