Found Poetry: Outside Deitch Projects, New York

A new semi-regular post here on The Tools of Ignorance will be our found poetry series. Reproduced for you, the found poetry afficionado, to reveal the depth of those who scribble on scraps of paper or other objects and leave them for me to find. All grammatical mistakes, misspellings, and creative uses of punctuation are courtesy of the artist. This one was found outside an opening at Deitch Projects in Soho, where some outsider artist had stenciled dollar signs on a pile of trash bags awaiting pick-up.

So this is the sit of a century-the bolts of my feet have worn down to post-modern metal. You know what? I feel as if these moments are dear yet disabling at the moment. And I wonder when things willy truly change for me. A mass of money bags rests behind me, and yet they are filled w/ trash. I think this represents what many consider to be the end all be all of material value. So at the moment-can I try to become someone of greater value or should I strive to become someone of great representation. Another words-looks are decieving within happiness and within material understanding. I become excited for reasons of progression. Reasons of possible losses of fear. I EAT Food.