It Is All About It

it is all about it: friendship
cliques, categories, groupings,

the habit of having to scratch your back
and you scratching mine too

gone is the merit
and the justification of the thing-in-itself
the essence of essence
the value of value

everything arbitrary
nothing consequential anymore

know me and you go to the top
keep the code of success
we live we die we make things
as a team

odd man out, go, and be infamous.
without the background, you assume no color.

i am tired. I do not want to move.
let me stay here. On this spot, i remain

myself.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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