Utility

What’s a life worth
that’s of no use
to anyone?

How about
a life
that has been
worn out?

If
our souls have no value
then
why
are you trying so hard
to
buy them?

Oh,
hold on,
I think you’re confusing
worthless
with
priceless
or
rather
cynically
expecting us to.

Fuck you.

***

This poem was originally published in 2015 and was included in An Old Jigsaw, my first book of poetry and micro fiction.

An old Jigsaw

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