Poem: "Anord"

I am the better demon of your nature. 

Against law I stand, 

A prince of chaos

Upending your stagnant life.
I am the seven-year itch. 

I am the lust for glory.

I am the hunger for power. 

I speak in the tongue of a clanging alarm

As you sleepwalk off to sacrifice yourself

To corporate idols. 

My avatar is your half-finished novel, 

Your neglected bandsaw, 

Your unborn child. 

My commandment is this:
Live. 

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I actually quite like my job. That said, if I could support myself by writing, I would.