POEM: Nobodies

The powers that be school us in learned helplessness. The powers that be want to convince you that you are a nobody, in their scheme of things. Well, good people, I know plenty of “nobodies” who are awesome wrenches in the meat grinder of posed rulers. We are sow, due the impossible, not bound buy their algorithms and all-calculating mines.


The man
Tolled me
Nobody believes that
Nobody is going to do that
To which I answer
You peer not to know
The same
Such beautiful unicorns
The great unherd
Sow due
The impossible
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