Still Writin with all my senses

Gotta have some pressure
To make diamonds
But not all of 'em precious
And some of the finest
Get thrown out like garbage

Gave it all away
Sold my video games
Hopped on a plane
To New York City I came

Corporate assholes like it well lubricated
Want us to all be fuckin sedated
Everything's always bein liquidated
It's a limited time offer don't miss this sale now
Sellin us back what their ancestors took

And sometimes i get angry
But I still appreciate
The things they created
The lives they paved for us
It wasn't all just a horrible scheme
Some of our people just living out a dream
Working side by side with all sorts of men
Some of them care
They workin hard behind the scenes to restore and repair

**16 January 2025**
Added one line today: "hopped on a plane"
This was written in pieces throughout different times of the day as thoughts swirled in my brain. I might add and edit more to this particular piece of writing later today, or some other time in the next week or so. I have all sorts of drawings and writings, poems and prose, doodles and notes, that are in progress, unfinished, or otherwise in "draft format". I go back to my creative expressions whenever I want to add more, whenever I feel ready to add more, when I have the rare times I feel confident enough to just hit send or post and share my thoughts and my creations, despite them never being "good enough" or "perfect enough" to be seen or read by others.