Peter was tired of applying himself

Peter was tired of applying himself.

Tired of pumping out papers about things

He didn’t really care about

School buildings were lifeless

The higher the education

The higher the price tag

He was most bored when in a classroom

The 4 walls

The stale air

The drone of his professor’s voice

Peter needed someone to respect

Bird shit dries on a statue of someone significant

Students walked across campus with coffee

with cigarette

with damp hair

with campus  food prepared

Teachers didn’t inspire Peter,
He had moments when he believed everyone to be lazy morons

He showed violent tendencies

He had trouble sleeping
And being alone

People cluster to destroy themselves.
Peter melted into the mess.

They destroyed things. They didn’t care.
He didn’t think his friends were bad. 

Just unsatisfied.



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