Occam’s Taser.

There are often multiple ways to get where we want to go.

In pursuit of joy, I can either find it,

Or settle for toxic bridges that eventually lead to it.

Making a habit of rationalizing the prickly spaces that lead to “greener pastures”

Or  — or — bear with me here —

Instead of enduring the bottomless wrath of loveless children

Looking to use me as their soul powered battery

I jump their prickly aura entirely

And land, exactly where I need to land;

Anywhere other than where they’ll be.

– O.D. ©2022

Art by: viktorow

“If you can’t handle me at my worst, you don’t deserve me at my best” — the Main Character of the Universe (probably)