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. one more
year 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.
