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Spinning wheels on irrelevancy
Mind inundated with trivial pursuit
Sand dwindling in the hour glass
World keeps passing me by.

Say you want credit
For a job well done
It may come
After being stuffed in a pine box
But you’ll never know or hear
Cause its Au currant
To be anointed the prodigal son
For simply showing up.

One keeps telling you repeatedly
Judgment day will cometh
You’ll have bigger things to worry about
But continue to waste your time
On people that will never change
You’re giving them far more attention
They crave and frankly don’t deserve
While showing a disservice to yourself
As you continually dig a hole from some
Arcane self-fulfilling prophecy.

Quite tragic you have greatness in grasp
Yet extinguished every last gasp
On those that would never give you respect
Let alone the time of day
Even if you delivered perfection
They’d either find a flaw
Or deem they were entitled anyway.

P-3/18/19.

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