The motherfucker of it all
is how the world tells me to my face
how much it loves my kindness
my attention, my stability, and my consistency
but actually shows me nothing more than pitiful courtesy
with all the voids I cannot alleviate
and all the ways I can't thrive alone
But hold no contempt, you jaded fuck
you're not allowed to ripple the prospect pool with that attitude, pal
you gotta just eat it. Every day.
Because it ain't about you, anymore. Maybe it never was?