• artahammer

Friction

Everything is buttoned up

Wrapped up all snug and sure

Tightly wound and firmly bound

The load appears secure

A gargantuan effort

Intended to assure

Still fails to lock us in place

Useless in need of moor

Gravity holds us down

Through friction we ascend

Overcome resistance

Through effort we expend

Avoid disintegration

With which we all contend

While compelled to just scrape by

On that which we depend

Cut loose on life we are taut

Objective is procure

Glutted on our excess

We’re diseased by the cure

To get from here to over there

The path ahead endure

Life will inflict some friction

Existential signature

Friction

The infliction

Unnecessary restriction

Fiction

Crucifixion

Subject of the false depiction

Addiction

An affliction

Insane attempts at interdiction

Conviction

Contradiction

Deviation dereliction

Everyone chafes, some people just grate

Some things must rub the wrong way

So many actions which irritate

Attrition leads to dismay

Far too rigid to then deviate

Constricted – refusal to stray

Bound fast to the clinging aggregate

Abrasion in disarray

Friction

The infliction

Unnecessary restriction

Fiction

Crucifixion

Subject of the false depiction

Addiction

An affliction

Insane attempts at interdiction

Conviction

Contradiction

Deviation dereliction

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