Rumination
Oh, well!
Penny for your wishful thoughts?
Paradigm for my dozen as yours feed the slots
Gambling raw talent in exchange for gacha-floss
That strings customer-service smile into graciousness lost
Borborygmus culture, more like Rumination
Acquired taste that saps the flavor of motivation
The same regurgitated stories: bland, predictable, tasteless?
That freeze the brain, burn heart, and fatten the veins? Yes
Be a consumer that bites back
Insatiable appetite for truth and fact
Hungry in each sense of the word
Selecting the menu back
Recultivating rockefeller's trickle-down honeypot
Mindful consumption for the collective thought
Been too tired to explain it
Manifest it and then refrain it
Break my baby teeth in
Chew it, mull it over, masticate it
Cut a diamond with this radiance
And you know I just can't fake it
When was it we first cultivated our branches?
Trimmed bramble and wicker into racket stances
Wimbledon stippled ricochets into manicured dances
Forgoing sublime preachings for rambling programs, outlandish
All play and no work, yet you still took the angels share
A community potluck, yet you ate it up and didn't share
All dressed up to suit yourself, face made up to seem to care
Girlboss gatekeep gaslight, oops sorry didn't see you there
Final arcade token abandoned atop the prize counter
Bet the entire house on myself
For what it's worth, every ticket was a jewel to the mental
Every backhand compliment a lesson learned
Maybe I should have known better
But maybe just maybe? You squandered my worth
We're all in the gutter, some look to the stars
Yet why is it you only sank in the dirt?
I was coming up trying to be like you
Toes pinched tight in your hand-me-down shoes
Trying so hard to understand your point of view
Like, how the f*** could you?
You send me like astral projection
I'm beside myself
Penny for your wishful thoughts?
Paradigm for my dozen as yours feed the slots
Gambling raw talent in exchange for gacha-floss
That strings customer-service smile into graciousness lost
Borborygmus culture, more like Rumination
Acquired taste that saps the flavor of motivation
The same regurgitated stories: bland, predictable, tasteless?
That freeze the brain, burn heart, and fatten the veins? Yes
Be a consumer that bites back
Insatiable appetite for truth and fact
Hungry in each sense of the word
Selecting the menu back
Recultivating rockefeller's trickle-down honeypot
Mindful consumption for the collective thought
Been too tired to explain it
Manifest it and then refrain it
Break my baby teeth in
Chew it, mull it over, masticate it
Cut a diamond with this radiance
And you know I just can't fake it
When was it we first cultivated our branches?
Trimmed bramble and wicker into racket stances
Wimbledon stippled ricochets into manicured dances
Forgoing sublime preachings for rambling programs, outlandish
All play and no work, yet you still took the angels share
A community potluck, yet you ate it up and didn't share
All dressed up to suit yourself, face made up to seem to care
Girlboss gatekeep gaslight, oops sorry didn't see you there
Final arcade token abandoned atop the prize counter
Bet the entire house on myself
For what it's worth, every ticket was a jewel to the mental
Every backhand compliment a lesson learned
Maybe I should have known better
But maybe just maybe? You squandered my worth
We're all in the gutter, some look to the stars
Yet why is it you only sank in the dirt?
I was coming up trying to be like you
Toes pinched tight in your hand-me-down shoes
Trying so hard to understand your point of view
Like, how the f*** could you?
You send me like astral projection
I'm beside myself
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Writer(s): Tempest Virginia Sabo
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