No Fun/push It
my body's broken
and my hands are tied
filled with frustration
struggles with my mind
but there's nothing
i could do to make it right
no fun, so i push it
there is no way to try
either i do or i don't
no matter how much i want
countless possibilities
i could fall flat on my face
knock out all of my teeth
eliminate the delays
between cause and effect
until i'm nothing but a
sudden bloody wreck
but it's no fun
push it
push it
push it
until someone
wants this
wants this
wants this
(September, New Orleans, LA, USA)
poem by Thomas Quentin Sims
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