Sick of myself addict.
The Ex returned to home page,
Jet lag fueled rage.
Fear of more debt?
No more justification?
Old memory returned.
On this blog are posted mere fragments some may call poems or tales. These are mere thoughts of a (possibly) partially insane young man child written in his late and post college life. Criticism is always appreciated.
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Post Battle Analysis
The ghost of the e-girls still haunt my habits.
"I'm feeling fine for the time" runs through my head robotically,
Claiming those claims we are all supposed to say.
The financial planner, in the back of the mind,
Gives an oral presentation with handouts and graphs showing
The quarterly plan from the impulse influence.
Hoping the meeting would bring on physical pain
To force me to be fully aware of how my consequences conspired against me,
And killed the original banker's plan for frugality.
Perhaps being thrown back into the cubical can
Squash the semi-detrimental desire I can't keep justifying.
Maybe it's fine, maybe it's not.
"I'm feeling fine for the time" runs through my head robotically,
Claiming those claims we are all supposed to say.
The financial planner, in the back of the mind,
Gives an oral presentation with handouts and graphs showing
The quarterly plan from the impulse influence.
Hoping the meeting would bring on physical pain
To force me to be fully aware of how my consequences conspired against me,
And killed the original banker's plan for frugality.
Perhaps being thrown back into the cubical can
Squash the semi-detrimental desire I can't keep justifying.
Maybe it's fine, maybe it's not.
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