An abundance of cheese coagulates after sitting for several minutes and harms your flesh overtime. Blood does so to clog an open wound regardless of how careless we become. Even after death, Rigor-mortis, The warmth in our bodies stay put as each flailing pound of skin goes cold. There’s, Something special about the lives we live, What fuels us to move forward no matter how often we trips towards whatever finish line we attempt to race across…
But, Why do we chase “cheese,” “Cheddar,” The way we do? Why are we so fond of iron in every bite of food we take? Wasn’t humanity made to love? To steer far from loneliness before imploding that bottle overflowing with pennies, Nickles, Dimes, Quarters, Dollars earned within each bit of ash we dust, Off of our shoulders?
Maybe, We aren’t meant to have an answer. Answers we make up on the go, While that reason becomes foggier after each shot of Absolut numbing our pain. Reasons that never become clearer after abandoning your shot glass on a table you no longer eat from. But… Up we go! Every single morning we wake, Mourning dreams we failed to pursue because of our blatant mistakes, Our need for pay. Whether it’s revenge, Or, A piece of paper we burn each other at the stake for. A full course meal prepping us all as we engage in needless war…
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