Poetry · Writing

Two Words

‘Good job’

they said.

Plauge my mind with satisfaction

Instead of scraping the bottom of the barrel and aiming higher.

Good job.

Break me down

create a throne

of complacency

sit tight and say, “shit I did do a good job.”

Sink arrows deep into my chest

and relieve me of this art.

The art of work.

The art of consistency.

The art of being great.

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