the desire to even play the game
 

i'm failing at modern life

 

each day i step outside

of the house

 

the clothes, the language,

the gadgets, the desire

to even play the game

at all

 

it's all fucking foreign

to me

 

it's not even being a

stranger in a strange

land

 

it's like my body got

stuck on a planet without

my permission

 

and it's way too late to

do anything about it
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hands on his hips
 

watching this old

guy struggle on

purpose so the

young, beautiful

physical therapist

has to help him

 

she has her hands

on his hips

 

and you can

probably imagine

the smile on the

old man's face
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standing out in the rain
 

wet feet standing

out in the rain

 

apparently, these

waterproof shoes

are just name only

 

much like most

humans

 

they come up a

little short when

you need them

the most
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enough is enough
 

the temptation of

oncoming traffic

 

had a buddy decide

this was the best way

to go, especially after

his wife of over twenty

years said enough was

enough

 

i'm not stuck in one

of those situations,

yet there have been

plenty of times i felt

like i was being

strangled by reality

 

sometimes you have

to get high enough

to create your own

fucking reality

 

now, when that one

fucking sucks your

options are pretty

clear for you

 

prolong or escape...
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that inevitable never fucking ending hill
 

wisdom isn't a given

it has to be earned

 

tell that to these

spoon-fed fuckers

that want to run

the world

 

it is an endless

parade of clowns

that only want

what is best for

the given few

 

the masses are

just supposed to

die while climbing

that inevitable never

fucking ending hill

 

imagine true equality

 

the land of the free

 

and all that other pie

in the sky bullshit that

the supreme court will

eventually strike down

as it doesn't do enough

for the only people they

want to serve

 

rich white people

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is stuck in suburbia, plotting his escape. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at The Rye Whiskey Review, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Beatnik Cowboy, Disturb the Universe Magazine and Lothlorien Poetry Journal. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)

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