In this meritocracy, I fall
lackluster in comparison to your
brawny brain
titillating tongue
wisdom-worn ears
I am a sitter; I rock rocking chairs
I find peace in a good bedtime story
put me to sleep at 29
I am solidly sandy, slipping through progress and desires
I disregard myself
condescend myself
declare this mind and body foolish
label it injured
drugged up and without fail
they all wag tongues
agreement is not hard won
these days I am packing my smarts
buckling my mug
bracing my strength
I am capable of falling into disrepair
In this meritocracy, I decline the trophy
I find peace in digging my grave.
–
SA