charlie's epitaph in poetry

  • Feb. 10, 2014, 9:30 p.m.
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fate's just confirmation bias
in a pair of fancy shoes
don't try

the idea of an honest day's work
is just a kind of Stockholm Syndrome
brought on by too much Fox News
don't try

destiny's just dumb luck as seen
through a sepia photo filter
hope's just a brick wall you ram into
until your senses go off kilter
and decide that the brick wall
loves you for your sacrifice
and some day treat you mighty nice
instead of bleeding you die
like it says on his gravestone
don't try

barrel ahead, brother
do it because it has to be done
do it because it's just what's right
do it because it chases the voices
and gets you through the night
do the goddamned thing
don't... try

success is a convergence of flukes
respectability is a sucker's bet
and the goddamned biggest lie
do what you love
do it don't try

the point isn't if you get your due
haven't you learned
nothing's just earned
it's how the dice roll
it's who you know
it's where you fall in zeitgeist
it's how much of your soul you'll owe
winning or losing's not the point
do! don't just... try

do it
doesn't matter if you cash in
or if you end up in shit
don't hem
don't haw and don't fudge
at the end of the show
you're the only one who gets to judge
so don't try
do it
and don't quit


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