frivolous

A frivolous whim is what capitalism affords me
in a world filled with debt
I called to-day
a salesman and later I was
a death bell to a career.

My hopes were used
to assassin a future
dim in twilight

in the end of the receiver
was a world
new
unexpected
casting one out
.
.
The damn whole world
is stage/d.

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