Wire light smells like hamburgers
Pledged to atrocity
Hang wires plod on through
The wet, wet
Hop-arounds mull into pre adolescent
Cartography just to hear
Some bacon sniveling
Orders for grief spun tofu
Malign also for a chance at the big one
Sure you’re on, too. The banging
Smears guitars through your heart bleed
Stretched out to receive
Some cool –
Cool, know? I’m spun.
Some crank keeps hogging the mirror.
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