52 Day Tally

Poverty architects busily drawing up new blueprints. Support us with lies and reassurance as if the blind leading the blind is how we like being defined. I used to be so strong or so I thought, my head could stay high despite the unseen weight upon my shoulders. I thought I was so fucking cool a drink in my hand laughing oh laughing cause laughing at myself is the only way to soften the blow. Poverty architects placing winners and losers in diagrams drawing lines from point A to point B, you think you have control? Doesn't take a first step to realize that we aren't changing shit, doesn't take rehab to realize we can't control a fucking thing... cause that's what the poverty architects told us one by one sending the message down the pecking order. Take my power from me and place it into nothing but fluff and wishful thinking... makes it feel okay to die... makes it feel okay to be sad knowing nothing was really ever my fault just the bastard inside of me who couldn't possible control himself.