I get it,
I do…

or don’t
some undersimplifed wants
some disdain
an envy painted arraignment
with this
thine old self,
so self
dissappointed
blend, with,
’tis anger?
or jealousness
that rules the reign
of
fading ambition

the festered vision
of why isn’t
sad, sold initiative
turned skeletons
edo-minded
a drudgery, reminded

yet, hark,
or whatever,
let not the man older
than his I.D.
tell thee
how to live
to be