I’m tired.
Tired of being tired,
worn out by being worn out.
Badgered by the badgering of
information, mis-information,
falsehoods, truisms, and
the combinations of the two.
It’s like that old advice we
used to get as kids to play
dead if we were ever attacked
by a bear. Just play dead and
the bear will go away.
Later it was added that you
should crap your pants too.
And the bear will leave you
alone as you play possum in
your crap filled drawers.
You may survive the bear
attack, but you’re covered in
filth and a sense of failure.
and probably feel tired.
All the terrible things in the
woods that are prowling at the
edges of the City, all of those of
sharp teeth in vicious rows,
praying we fall from exhaustion
and don’t get back up,
even with pants filled with shit.
I’m so tired of it,
But I’m still trying to stay
Awake, and continent.
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