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PPF
So this is where the dice have landed this turn
At least this rigged game is now amusing or at least better understood
Back in the ring for one last bout in a cash-out PPV extravaganza
the script is read and the scenes are rehearsed
Social batteries recharged on chaos uncertainty and pandemic
Bad habits atrophied and autopilots disengaged there is clarity anew
Because once they taste blood–sharks and vampires and artists
all they want is more and more until there is none
While we will never literally live forever we can
Leave the breadcrumbs that suggest there was once a life worth living
Still Here
Desperate times deserve appropriate responses
Since we lucked out this time around
And we already know the next go will be twice as wrong
Survival as a concept has been absolutely perverted
Authenticity has been curated into a fine dehydrated powder
To keep a straight face is a Sisyphean chore
I am still the same
I am completely changed
I am still here
Promises of post-era behavior remain ignored
Even though we barely skated out alive
Existence is a Hadron collider of fact v fiction
Everyone now a degenerate gambler
Waiting for the next small-pot payout
Perseverance and resilience sell products and services
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