half pair of kicks packed in the casket.
brain tortured, been racked to last pin.
frustration mixed flavors with. something like passion.
fruit of your labor gets nipped. punch in cupfuls of plastic.
and another. I'll major in fifths. make it my lunch-in-a-bag shit,
my theme song arpeggio notes, rings like archipelagos mapped.
im sailing for pleasure, jetting puffs from the pack.
gold on rocks thrown at the Crown. like the Royal got cracked.
shots to the dome, clinched to the throne, mostly intact,
Set-up for failure dips to grody linoleum slab.
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