talking to the walls
Dear Reader,
I am talking my words to the walls that respond me
yes believe me
they respond back to me...
the words I say bounce back from the walls
broken and converted to some other words
which I try to conceive a meaning out of them
most of the words reflected and broken came out
blobs of meaningless letter arrangements
I listen to those words as if they were a surrealistic art
farting its brains out to find the real meaning in life
my strife weighs heavy on my shoulders
a life passing by, as I watch the days gloomy
only light within
reader winter is here at the door...
because I didn't made a deal with the snow ploughers
they are coming back at me with incredible deals
but even that I cannot pay...this winter....
so it seems I will shovel the driveway
and I am feeling sorry for the average Joe
who picked up the terrible deal earlier for the fear of not finding an available snow plougher
because they make you afraid that the price might increase and you cannot find a spot with them...
today I went to shopping to get a couple of supplies paid 80 bucks for handful items
that won't last a week, the situation is pathetic in terms of inflation
I can see that the people who was shopping in the high end markets are also shopping there now
all the faces in the supermarket have anxiety and fear...
that is so understandable....
where will this stop? will it have an end?
how much can my budget could take on this?
pandemic? wars? what else?
what are the odds of thunderbolt hitting the same spot multiple times?
spaced strife priced fallout
fates travail, loves crumb remark
immoral pricing grinding
loony in brutal betting
compensation swacked
many sends last check-out bin
shit fair comprehend with a dirty compliment
end of a relief condiment total fail out
blights set in
lowlife screen embarkment
harlequin fiesta flood
harsh life ride dire discriminating
lies dance dew demark
King H. Ironson
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