a simple, controversial poem (boring still)
Fork it, if I don’t look right to you,
Fork it, if they won’t take me in as a worker,
Fork it, if they choose not to like me,
Fork it, if they don’t need me,
Fork it, if everything I want takes time
Fork it, if I feel this way;
Fork it, if nobody wants to come close to me and be with me,
Fork it, if nobody takes me seriously;
Fork it, if they don’t believe in me, fuck it if I don’t have the energy to believe in me too;
Fork it, if I sometimes can’t have any helpful thoughts,
Fork it, if I can’t have what I want in this life,
Fork it, if I happen to be average,
Fork it, if I can’t be who I want to be,
Fork it, if I can’t do things right,
Fork it, if I don’t have any money,
Fork it, if no one appreciates my expertise and skills;
Fork it, if I play bad piano;
Fork it, if I’m sick in the head,
Fork it, if I never learn from my mistakes,
Fork it, if I make a fool of myself,
Fork it, if I should stay here, this way, forever;
Fork it, if people talk; if people ignore me,
Fork it, if my gums are receding too early,
Fork it, if I’m a forgetful one;
Fork it, if I never travel anywhere else ever again,
Fork it, if I happen to be the most despicable and undeserving person on earth,
Fork it, if I must eventually suffer from the separation from everything and everyone I love,
Fork it, if I can’t understand myself completely,
Fork it, if I can’t help myself completely.
