Rather be, rather be without

I can't stand humans--

too many expectations, too many emotions

It's wasteful to hold onto mere items

that can't become ghosts like me

But whether I'm stranded

on a tropical isle or

in a smoldering desert

I'd rather have survival tips

and creativity to last me

endless glorious centuries.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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