Powerless

Three-hundred pens
on scratchy notebooks:
writers, doodlers,
or sheep like me.

Twenty five PnQ stickers
on three years scrap:
sadness, sadness,
irrelevance.

I'm twenty-one,
one out of many,
never volunteered,
never worn success.

My life fits on an USB,
4 Euros at the groceries,
and I'd go home, cook,
wish I'd starve myself.

18/02/2016
7:33 PM