Labor Day


Happiness is a distillation of what I believe

I drink my truth,I drink what I believe

Only the strongest will survive,my poop

Is telling me to back off eating what

Sits before me on my plate,I can’t help

Myself,I am a glutton,a believer in self

accusation, I am a fighter till this point

going beyond has me questioning the

all of life,not my survival,images,

people,words,bodies of Work,happiness

is self induced beyond the pain of mind,

Body,my spirit and soul is my garden

I have tasted the fruits of my labor

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