Off the Shelf, Poetry Thursdays
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Musings on Nature and Being

Rain patters on the window,
piercing my heart like an arrow.
It makes me wistful for something more
than lying on this bed on the cardiac floor.
I guess I earned what was due,
eating good food, resisting few.
The fault, however, doesn’t lie on me alone.
I’m but a product of the American diet and the capitalistic moan.
I work long hours to survive on a dime.
In my past life, I must have committed a heinous crime.
I spy a vision of a hazy future  
as I devour this cheesy cafeteria burger and sign my indenture! 
Do I even have any agency in this world?
Seems like my thoughts are a clarion call of the underworld. 
So, I sit on this bed and stare out the window,
admiring the corrupt world and basking in its glow.

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