Three More
dollars in my pocket,
please,
i should maybe
cross
my fingers. no such
luck. hours in bed?
sleeping
is
such a waste of time, though.
three
more moves and we shall
see
who won this game. all of
the
rest of us have already
lost. we’re all losers. years
of
living life in this particular
manner
and it will be the
end
of me. it’s one thing
to
have the constant
regression
of human
rights,
the growing
disparity
between
the
haves and
myself,
the
growing
insecur
ities. is
it
that some
things
come in
pairs,
but these
come
in threes?
no,
it’s just the
intersection
of
exhaustion
and
an inability to
sleep. how
many
words
will
you donate
to
this debate?
the
stakes are
high
and yet
I’ve
not a
a
dime nor
a
dollar to invest
in
that lottery.
