Crowded soon,
another rib bruised
ambidextrous followed through.
Powerless infested lagoons.
They see me but I can't see you
or your balance act of staying afloat.
And I'm so thirsty
but all I have is some
paper and glue.
Crumple it up
and drink, drink, drink
it down.
Drink it down with your empty frown.
Monday in two,
another cellar door
opened to the roof of your mouth.
You're a mountain made of proof
and chipped away at a cousin's braceface.
And I'm so thirsty
but all I have is some paper
and some glue.
So crumple it up.
Go ahead and eat.
Consume while you're chasing amputees.
Bitter monument with feet drawing at the tip
of the marker,
drowning sorrow
Best be knit.
Better polish strip with a barren Leesport felt tip
running dry,
Best left dead.
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