Some resistance

I am used to being a slave
could not get my act together
and I was wasted

Then some prolonged misery occoured
but it wasn’t enough
evidently enough

Tried to lay ahold of several badges
but it was fruitless
pure speculation

I found myself disenfranchised
by some apes
the best of their kind

My depression became severe
and then I noticed a relapse
the same old story

We flew together to the edge
tried to hold on to vital ideals
it gave me some headache

I guess I thought this would be easy
far from it
and it’s just the same old story

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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