Another usual tuesdayA Poem by S€H@JThis poem is based on life of a person from a different nation ie: my imagination
I smiled at my boss with my teeth and my soul,
He said, “Keep up the grind!” so I ate a light pole. I water my plants with leftover tears, They’re growing quite well " been thriving for years. I jog in the morning to outrun the dread, But somehow the dread has a scooter instead. My alarm says, “Rise!” and my brain says, “Why?” Then I scroll for 2 hours just learning to cry. My fridge holds a carrot, a vibe, and old sauce, I call it “self-care” and pretend I’m the boss. My dreams tried to text me " I left them on read, Now they just send memes like: “You good?” (I said 😃) I paid for a course that was “Life-Changing™,” Now I just change tabs while my hope’s rearranging. My funeral’s booked at a quarter to noon, But I’ll probably be late " like, next Wednesday-ish soon. Yet here I still sit, in this spinning desk chair, Existing on vibes, with existential flair. And as my screen freezes, I whisper much bolder: "All the remaining systems will bow to the First Order." © 2025 S€H@JAuthor's Note
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