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Procedures

Procedures way two much for his weary old body, this weary old soul. 
They follow procedure and you're just supposed to follow along. 

Process is totally wrong. 

It can or could be this and possibly that.
More information so can process you along you hunk of meat. 

Self process working overtime.. 

Aren't they supposed to care for you.
Is it just about turn over numbers and next. 

Cattle hooked up with a drip. 
They drape the meat and begin. 
The real process happens when people wake up. 
If not the eternal dirt nap. 

Many things in life are like this, one can accidentally make the processor overloaded. 

Waking up is difficult, that all is lost or in a lie, being awake is sometimes worse if dread  damages the days. 

Process is a many things combined that come with complications, risk of infection. 

Procedures are not the only option, what happens to wait and see.

Is he killed on the hillside for his arrogance. 

Hypocrisy how he spites thee. 
He's not arrogant, just scared.
 
Thought he had dealt with all his past fear until a new enormous amount proceeded in two's. 
Process that paper work, sign your self away, process that bad decision not always made by him. 
The processor is broken time for a reboot. 
 

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Being Me

the eternal dirt nap. 

I've not heard it called this before!  It works really well in this poem.

Great, gritty writing. Real and tough and raw x

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