The world tries to hollow me out
I respect the world’s prerogative
Its capacity for the positive endless
Its pursuit of the negative flawless
It’s ceaseless attempts to consume
The I, the who, the whom
Tracking ruthlessly on my scent
Form of
Food, taxes, utility bills and rent
On the worst of days
I drift away
Most days I just sway
Starting to protest, to say . . .
but I know the snake knows anyway
The devouring serpent
Is aware of
It’s destiny
Soil
And oil
And meat
Becoming that
Treading
Beneath our feet
Today though
I am half swallowed
Head turned toward the sun
The snake and I as one
I do not face the snake
Making the bastard wait
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
BeardedRiffRaff.Blog 
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
NOW….THAT’S THE SPIRIT!!!! 😀
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Your poetry blows me away. Whenever I read your submissions, one thought comes to mind: your dad would be so proud! You are also a lot more intelligent than I am. I always find myself needing to look up words you use! What do you do for a living? English teacher perhaps?
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Just found out that Ourosboros is a reference to a mythical dragon which eats its own tail. Very interesting!
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