The Dollar General- Prologue
This is The Dollar General
An Epic Poem starting at my job
Ending with a shot at Tokyo 2021-- Freestyle Wrestling
The Job hasn’t started yet so I can do my OCD thing
Catch you up
This computer is an HP chromebook
Wait
The Body is the savior
FF
Get Organized
Work
Sign up and Wrestle
The reason that I’m obsessed with wrestling
Is I didn’t do as well as I could have
And a few times, I lost without honor
Once I (probably) lose in Millersville
The Last Chance Qualifier
I will be free
I will be Organized from working
I’ve been wandering in my room for years
I’ll buy a motorcycle and wander with my family in my eyes
I need to work and sell the poem
Last time I tried to sell drugs
I was heavily manipulated by DARPA
It was Halloween
I had just harassed The Pythian Temple
With my brother
I stole my old (prescribed) adderalls, klonopins, oxys
Out of my parents’ safe
And $300
I tried to trade it all for a gun
Because I was paranoid
About The Election
I ended up at an outdoor church in times square
I had done most of the drugs
And met a bike courier named Hans
My father’s name
The Rules of the Knights of Pythias are
Speak English, Don’t Sell Drugs or Gamble
So the Job + The Poem will get me the bike
Plus if I somehow win a match
I might be able to turn that into something
Once I have the Bike I will live on the Bike
It’s what I’m meant to do
I can survive this autism by having my family in Shawangunk
One son for me I think
But I don’t want to cramp my style
Casey (Henry/Helga?)
Get Organized
Work and Write
Sign up and Wrestle
Sell my Poem
Maybe I’ll win
Lol
Royal Enfield Himalayan $5000
I wouldn’t even need to sell the poem
But I should try, because money is good I guess
I need to get over the need to only do what I have to do
Because it always ends up as
Nothing
Biker
and
Father
Biker=Viking
Did I mention
I’m a hobby linguist
I’m not having any fun anymore, though
I’m burnt out
I don’t want it
One eye
Walk like Woden
If I don’t waste my money, you may see a lot of me
[$] [FF] [FS] [The Dollar General]
Royal Enfield Himalayan
Try to Cope
PTSD
From
Something
I don’t even know what
Electronic Torture
Sprites and Egregores
I don’t want to continue writing after I get my bike
Because I have spent enough time at the computer
But that is probably OCD talking
It’s either OCD
Or Autism or PTSD or Antisocial or Bipolar or Schizoaffective or Schizophrenia
Or I’m lazy
Sign up: $55 +$30 + DO IT
Get help from my parents
With life
Sword-Thane|Warg-Rider|Rune-Witch
Blade-Son|Fleet-Tongue
Seer|Psy-Op Seer|Clan of the Dog|Sign of the Deer
The perfect life would be
Family at the farm in Shawangunk
Ride my Himalayan
This is the latest symbol that I think might save me
The sword
Just Walking
Even if I don’t sell the Poem
Work|Get License|Get Bike
Wait-- I fucked up
I’m gonna wander on the bike for a while
Then come back to The Property
I won’t be a biker when I’m a father… duh
Actually I don’t need a bike
I will work and get organized
Wrestle and then sell this poem and just wander
Which will be my next poem
I will be Wandering Back to Shawangunk
But this one technically hasn’t started yet
I’m not even The Dollar PFC
Don’t call it stolen valor
Cuz valor’s got nothing to do with it
The Trump Drama is nearing its climax
My sister is coming back to New York
I don’t think about her enough
Actually I’m gonna get a bike
Because, as Benjamin Franklin said:
Now that I have a Sheep and a Cow, everyone bids me Good Morrow
Or maybe a Subaru
A good compromise
Lar, Incorporated
Long-Distance Courier
I have a 2012 Nissan Leaf
That’s almost dead… EV Rides might want it
I finish my business
And drive off with a subaru
My parents’ move to Shawangunk and trade the Audi for an F-150 EV
My sister has love and art
My brother has his whole life ahead of him
I have the road, and hopefully love
No I think the Bike is the way
Something to foster discipline
And it’s cooler
No
The Bike is stupid
A Car is stupid
Work--Write--$--FF--2021
Wander--Write
Back To The Lar
My parents’ trade the Leaf with the Audi
And I’m not a consumerist
I’m just lost
Computer
Dumb Phone
Sword
And a backpack
I should be able to walk around naked
And write, and use the internet with my hotspot
Until I am ready to be civilized again
I have gone far
Too far
I’ve got the PCP Blues
I’ve got the PCP Blues
Black Tripp Pants|Dirty White Shoes|I Hate Fake News
But it was bad before that
And I think I died
Near the Harrisburg Nuclear Power Plant
I slept next to the river
Cried
And jacked off on the ground
Work|Get Organized|Wrestle
(Sell The Dollar General)
Wander
After I am done wandering
I don’t know if I will write more
I definitely won’t have any other ambitions
I will just work on The Farm
Or My Wife’s Farm
If hers is better
I literally don’t even use the internet anymore
Or talk to anyone
I just stare at my lists
OCD
Or Autism or PTSD or Antisocial
or Bipolar or Schizoaffective or Schizophrenia
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Submitted on January 09, 2021
Modified on April 25, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
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Words | 945 |
Stanzas | 59 |
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