aka. some people

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i’m sure
we don’t make it easy for God
or whichever/whatever/whoever you’re of:

when one neighbour asks us to look after their dog,
then the other leaves a note on our car
that we’re in his road-level permitless parking stall
in the middle of a weekday without a soul on the street at all;

when the same partner with whom
you thought you were meant to be –
the one you just talked to about starting a family –
discards wet sample garbage on the shelf at the grocery;

when we all come to work at three in the morning,
but you say it’s boring,
time-thieving on the toilet for so long
any curious supervisor can hear your snoring;

when someone friendly who we all admire,
who never seemed to stoke an ire,
dies from an overdose after getting fired –
not that the two have anything familiar.
even too much weed now can make you go crazy
and no one needs any more excuses to lately.

all He/She/They was trying to do
was repaint the smoggy celestial ceiling blue –
a chore at least a hundred years due –
but we keep giving them more tasks to execute.
what else is there worth living for
on this planet-slash-existence we all act like we abhor
when you can’t even tell your own neighbour to fuck off
to their face anymore?

Happy New Year!

//jf 1.7.2023

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