A dorm room the size of an SUV fits 3 students.
Unbathed, pre-diabetic, and gaining weight.
Learning new contents.
Falling in line.
Moldy wooden houses placed neatly in a line.
Men in navy blue suits leave them.
Precisely, quarter to nine.
The American Dream.
An artist sits at their desk, in a meaningless office.
They write poetry instead of working.
Wondering why they chose this.
An outcast.
Primitive Poetry 
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!!!
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Thank you 🙂
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Love this… I wrote poetry at my desk instead of working all day! 🙂
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Same! I read a study somewhere that states that the average American only actually works something like 60% of the time. Don’t quote me on that though haha.
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