End o the world, ma.

I'd make this as a video, but I doubt it'll come off as little more than mad rantings in the first place. I'd also just rant about it in proper blog style, but there's no challenge in that anymore. So I wrote a poem about an anecdote that kinda sorta relates. A bit. It's untitled.
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while engaging in idle lies
my manager asked me if I was a positive person

and I said yes

and I asked her if she thought she was positive too
and she said
and we both thought each other were full of shit.

afterwards we realized the world was ending
but I was busy
I had to wait for Godot

and she was full of shit
like I said
so she must’ve died from flagrancy.
that’s it.

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