Minimalism II (A Poem)

Does anyone want to buy my stuff?

Enough is enough is enough is enough.

This stuff isn’t filling my hole.

The one in the landfill I call my soul.

 

Black Friday, Christmas, Fashion,

Foolish.

Christ, it’s useless.

Fuck, it’s fruitless.

 

Success, green grass,

S – U – V

C – 0 – 2

Melt water for me.

 

Pass me the gas.

Pour on this cache.

The key to my handcuffs.

Is in this lit match.

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