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Nobody's Hero
I flow slow, a no-go, three parts YOLO,
two parts FOMO. The juice flows
like Cousteau embarked upon Calypso.
This sea-change is so strange, the peak
strain on my weak brain. Tight as
Heraclitus pulling Maxwell House
all-nighters. Knee-deep in lacksleep,
my shuteye is bone-dry. Gotta redux
my tough luck, jumpstart my pumped
art. I'm nobody's hero, a simple fiddlin'
Nero, a jealous Easton Ellis, so much less
than bloody zero. Vincent van Gogh
in the green grove lets his fame sing.
What a strange thing! Right beside him
woe betide him, sending fearsome rhymes
and lyrics to my highest atmospherics.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2024-07-26 at 06:58
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