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Living (poem)

What a thing it is to be alive,

we’re biological machines set on overdrive!

Eating, defecating, killing and building,

and reproducing like macroscopic mildew!

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We grow up without our knowledge,

our parents do their best, it’s often not enough.

Their thoughts and beliefs are given to us,

whether we’d want them or not.

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Happy and bouncing as young children, we do and are,

Not a care in the world, all is taken care of, we’ll not starve.

Preschool, that demon, we go through it all,

the fights the arguments, the building blocks of future wars.

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As primary school rolls along,

our personalities come on strong!

Some become bullies, some become the funny ones,

School is the filter of future jobs!

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High School, the most defining time of all our time on this Earth,

I’d a hard spot in this phase, I was shy and retiring, and emotionally cold.

I never bedded any girls in this time, I never even kissed one, let alone hugged.

I was the strange funny guy, not deserving of attention, everyone shrugged.

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We leave School for good, and we’re given the tools,

to get out there into the world and get a job that’ll pay us well!

That works for a few of those people,

the rest of us toil away in jobs, the home group of the sheeple!

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In your 20’s, you finally realize who you are,

I realized I wasn’t like my friends, content with ignorance and pop culture garbage!

I was an outcast, a rogue, a renegade, happy with documentaries made 50 years ago!

Don’t let your young self down, get breeding, you beautiful beaus!

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