Popularity is a game
I refuse to play.

A contest I cannot enter.

A drink that I simply will not imbibe.

And if life is a game,
a drinking contest aimed
to see
who can piss the longest,
I’ll suck down a bottle of water
and let the river flow honest.

Life ain’t about being popular,
well-liked,
socialized.

Social lies got you thinking it’s your personal truth to network your way to the top of the mountain.

But to realize
in the eyes of everyone else
that we all trying to escape the same suffering hell
makes you want to extend
a hand,

an olive branch,

a life preserver
to pull a drowning man
from sea.

And once you can see it’s about helping others,
not just yourself,
you can tell

life ain’t a popular pissing contest.

It’s a race through hell.

 

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