In A Roundabout WayA Poem by PeteWhat lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us. - Thoreaunothing feels right maybe that's it, there's just nothing
it's a sick farce a wicked whirligig corrupt twisted nonsensical i open my mouth but there aren't any words my middle finger aches from constantly going up and down life has become stuck in an infinite loop a ruthless, repugnant rotary a hamster's wheel i can see where i want to go but i can never get over to the right i cry out to god but he can't help he's stuck on the outside with no way in i'm on the inside with no way out of this cyanide circle jerk this dizzying, twelve-round, heavyweight bout this screwy roundabout © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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