The Same Poem I’ve Written Two-Hundred Times Before

Abstract memories fill the sheets
Wishing that they could complete me
Return to where the world defeats
Am no one. Destiny delete me

School of (how to repress) thought
Learn what (they teach you) you’re taught
Mindless message you are fed
Choke on it until you’re dead

Words that no one understands
So, for them, you’re reprimanded
Caving in to their demands
Lost, alone, am bound and stranded

School of (how to repress) thought
Learn what (they teach you) you’re taught
Mindless message you are fed
Choke on it until you’re dead

And if you have read this poem
You’ve read the same message again


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