Shovel

It’s the same shit
shoveled into a new hole
on a different day.
He sees that.
It’s not a new revelation
but it’s been revealed
in a different way.

Maybe the shit had been changing colors before
or maybe it had different names
like “muck”
or “filth” and “goock” or some such.
But its clearer now.
Same shit. Different day.

He’s tired
of the redund-dumb-dundancy of it all
and wants to get off
the automaton of idiocracy
that he’s found has been his life
for so long
but its not like he’s swallowed a red pill
and found a better path.
He’s just stopped taking the blue pill
and feels stupid
about what he used to think.

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