I Wrote A Poem Of Sorts

I was wondering
If I could get some kind of receipt
For all of the time and energy I have invested
In seeking to address and resolve
The bizarre interrelational dysfunctions of my family
And send it in to the universe for a refund.

Imagine what I could do
With all of that time and energy.

I could no doubt singlehandedly overthrow the 1%
And still have enough left over
To build a sizeable self-sustaining base on the moon
With my bare hands.

Oh, the things I could do.

And yet we must pursue the projects
Which are important and meaningful to us
Must we not.

*eye twitch*

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2 Responses to I Wrote A Poem Of Sorts

  1. Magnus

    Thing is, you have such awesome family that they’re worth it.

  2. Teigan

    I have to confess it doesn’t seem that way sometimes. But deep down I know you’re right.

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