Blow Smoke

They blow smoke at me like I'm tryna get high from they're blunt. The hot air laiden with corporate jargon and promises of success Really have only one measure success. "how much did they like to hear themselves talk?" Their words function like THC crystallized at the bottom of dime bags and shook out to make sure inhaled. These fallible words get inhaled by unassuming youth wide eyed and capable and lift spirits or at least provide the promise of lifted spirits at a later date due to some unquantifiable success just long enough to think that shit is actually real. Until you eat your way out of the Their high. only to realize that if at least you were really high, you would have left your current mindset satisfied with the departure of hunger from your stomach. These words leave you with much less. They leave you with the idea that you may actually be a part of a structure that works but as it stands, it doesn't. Its broken and fragmented like the shattered glass on the blind street corner where your dreams were blindsided by this place that continues to rip you of your strength. The day to day deprivation of the drive and passion that once pulsed through my veins is replaced by indifference and forfeit. The acknowledgment of these newcomers is crushing. Run.