Rooms

It’s just a space
a room
some geometric kind of classist identification that
come the revolution
won’t mean much of anything
to much of anyone anyway, so…

Who cares?

It’s just a room.

It only means what you put into it
so fuck it
keep it minimal.
Don’t mind
don’t matter.
Four walls
a window
a door.
Whatever.
Just a room.

You get out what you put in.
It’s about investment.
A room’s a construct, really,
like a home or a family
or a nation.
You believe in it
only if you want to.
So why bother believing?

Why bother believing?

Why bother believ – I am asking you.
I need an answer.
The room can be anywhere, can’t it?
I can take my room with me, right?
I need an answer
before the Marshals.

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