Poem -

Slot Racers

Slot Racers

My anti society
collision course
I charted to address
my many anxieties
is rapidly
approaching the end of the line

The impending
gravity induced crash
should be quite the event
given the acceleration
of my descent

The "I told you so"
chorus of the status quo
will be very pleased
scraping up my bloody carcass
to mount on their Warning Wall

I sure would hate
to give these smug bastards
the confirmation validationĀ 
they so desperately need

Deceased me
playing the lead
in their future forewarning
history stories
to yet unborn rebelliousĀ 
non conformist generations
about the folly
of living life brazenly
outside the rigid boundaries
constructed with bricks of bullshit

I guess it's time to confess
my internal trepidation
that's been slow cooking
in my rebel brain
regarding this soon to be
fatal situation

Now comes
the inevitable post mortems

All those pointless
could and should ofs
as if somehow
we are the captains
of our destinies

For you see my soon to be
grieving comrades
the die was cast
for ill fated us
the day we were born

Hard wired
into quite finite time lines

Playing the roles
fate precisely defines
scribed in the unwavering stars

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