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The feel-good road
More often than not I chose the feel-good road
the road of instant gratification
the lazy man's road
it was short and lined in devil's blood and pyrite.
The other road was long and tedious
it was lined with breadcrumbs and thin ribbed people
playing dominoes with beer scented fingertips
everybody smiling within the veneer of hardship
they were born within the cocoon of reality and truth-
it came naturally to them
they were the struggle itself
BUT THEY WERE HAPPY-happy they were
On the feel-good road
thin slippers slap the vomit of untruth
unattainable wants and unsustainable happiness.
I persist on the feel-good road
a paper mâché skiff upon a metal reef
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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