destructure

this is it.

i'd like to write a poem.
but i don't know what.
maybe if i just keep typing.
and using carriage returns.
it'll at least look like a poem.
but who am i kidding?
this is no poem.
there is no rhyme, or simile.
like nothing there you can not see.
okay so i had a little fun with that one.
but other than that.
how could this possibly be a poem?
without all these carriage returns.
this would just be prose.
boring, dull, purple prose.
maybe if i italicized this.
it would look like a poem too.
i'll remember to do that when i'm done.
i'm not even thinking.
i'm just typing on and on.
i have a really big ass.
actually i have a really small ass, but.
(no pun intended.)
it must also be a really huge ass.
because i can pull such an endless stream.
of bull shit out of it.
or maybe not.
maybe it's just my head that's big.
as in ego.
self.
it's a funny thing about humans.
ego.
self.
that they can have such perception of themselves.
animals don't have it.
but man.
ego makes us human.
self makes us human.
self-ish makes us human.
selfish.
the selfless ones are not human.
they might as well be automatic robots.
or animals.
it is not that i think, therefore i am.
it is that i am, that i am.
that i am to myself makes me be.
ego.
to be to oneself is the essence of existence.
i am, therefore i am.
and what a crappy poem this has turned out to be.
not nearly as good as the first one that got lost.
because blog fucked up.
oh well, that's okay.
this is it.

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