spat out from this dog eat dog world
ground down
gone to hell and back

misread right out of meaning
under guns
stood upon this endless track

i take my due

and looping back
to the weaponized hero’s journey
running rampant in my head

my breath is fire
my words are cheap
and smell of rubbish often fed

into the toil
that is obligation
and still sustains me

back to bed
turning moil
that also names me

and thus becomes my fate

Peace/Love

m(~_~)m