Here we go again, rewind,
though I need not be reminded.
Again, shoving bulky memories into situations, play,
until the parts that I return to
are worn out of the tape.
I'm starting to feel motion sickness
from the spinning of the earth under my feet
while I'm just trying to hold on.
The obliteration of the odd and obtuse!
The abhorrent obligation
of obviously overemphasizing
the obliquely ostentatious.
For the obstinate: an overestimation
of their ability to overcome obstacles
and open up occupational doors.
The obtuse accomplice, with their
overt dedication to obedience in
observing each obscure absurdity
(an abysmal attempt in objectivity),
apparently obeys no one.