BORN WRONG
….an exploratory poem…
I want you to compete with me, so I can have an excuse to hate you.
I want you to disagree with me, so I can have an excuse to belittle you.
You desire my vulnerability, I desire your head.
You desire my surrender, I reinforce my walls of privacy.
It makes me sick when you’re right.
Your brilliance turns me off.
The only acceptable people are those looking for a boss.
The only smart people are those seeking a savior.
The bandwagon of ME is the only one worth investing in.
The bandwagon of ME is the only one you can trust.
Don’t let other people fool you with their open hearts and their sparkly souls.
Achievement is all that matters.
If it’s not productive it’s boring.
Build or die. We are in urgency.
Build or die, we are depending on you for our survival.
Build or die, your willpower may not be trustworthy but it’s all we’ve got.
You see? The structures are falling.
You didn’t work fast enough.
Nothing is left.
Everything is gone.
Now we’re all dead.
Now we have nothing to complain about.
All our worst nightmares came true.
It all happened.
And now it’s done.
The drama has completed.
So what are you up to then?
Want to go for a walk?
Joshua Falcon-Grey
