Corpses and Gucci Purses
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We waste our time of day fretting over our subdual to the nachos
We waste our time of day obsessing over the knick in our expensive boots
We waste our time of day gossiping over the length of a stranger’s dress
We waste our time of day struggling to conjure the perfect synonym for a paper
We waste our time of day mourning a broken nail or broken hammer
We waste our time of day
Decades from now our bodies will lay still in front of our grieving loved ones
And those tears will come regardless of the little catastrophes of life
Regardless of the pound you gained from indulging in self-satisfaction
Regardless of your lack of a perfect fashion sense
Regardless of another human’s decisions
Regardless
But humans won’t cease to waste their time of day on silly things
Not until the day their lungs give out and their limp bodies escapes their own minds