I gotta say
most days it’s totally okay
that I don’t have an original bone in my body
take a look at the x-ray
all translucent white and cartilage grey
not an original bone in my body
all my thoughts come to me via osmosis
a sort of existential osteoporosis
leaving not an original bone in my body
a skeleton made up of other people’s musings
contemplations and confusings
not an original bone in my body
I prefer to read someone else’s poetry
I enjoy listening to another’s melody
I reap the rewards of their originality
BUT
when I Google search a great idea
that I think no one could have come near
only to find one hundred results from just the last year
well
frankly
that’s a little fucking annoying
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