A very short story for you today. 54 words.
Control
Spinning. Out of control. The life of the party, spiraling some more. Another shot, another tab, far too late for rehab. Just two ounces of control.
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Suit and ties grasping for your soul. Late nights, early mornings. Exhibitions of inhibition. Back to work again. The burning desire for control fueled by destinies of escape.
so true...late stage capitalism!!
I would call this a thought provoking poem