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Not About Cows
A poem I wrote too fast. A social test.
Link to the dance I mixed with the poetry:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QS2fyPMXfBc
When your heart is pacing faster..
Faster than your soul can chase..
Chase intangible lollipop lies..
Lies that turn into physical illness..
Illness, invisible for a doctor..
Doctor, can you see what we sense?
Senseless, here we go again..
Again and again.. blindfolded, unheard..
Unheard, truth is muted..
Muted, too many words..
Words, empty ones, sweet lips..
Lips, a kiss and we forget..
Forget, it’s easier than regret..
Regret, nowadays a secret..
Secret.. but we crave it authentic..
Authentic, is the narcissistic lalaland..
Lalaland, let’s burn this place down..
Down, we’re all freediving..
Freediving, for too long.. Oxygen?
Oxygen, for the dying heart.. Pulse?
Pulse, yes, we still have pulse..
Pulse, repolsive and explosive..
Explosive, do we still tiktok it?
It, what exactly is it?
It, can you be more specific?
Specific, no bullsh!t..
Bullsh!t, the opposite of authentic..
Authentic, like cows, sh!t eating..
Eating, digesting systematic red lights..
Red lights, but they seem to be green..
Green, veganism for human cannibals..
Cannibals, now that’s your red lights..
Red lights, that seem green, lies..
Lies, authentic lies, but authentic..
Authentic, do you still eat that sh!t?
