money we all need to be alive
well
that and phones
what little remains
and
oh the tv too
we’ve had strokes over less
that’s lost
on everyone
food is consumed over and
over
headsmelt and there are wars to not
lose or win
but have
like a heart or a
wait a sec
what’s a bluff
right
whose now is this
to have
over
for brunches
of bottomless mournings
laugh
that too
til old grows young
and
murder is born
back to the fanciest
ordered to give
altering matters
of the earth’s surface
work
ousted or
piped down if they were killing
themselves
it’d not be trenches
but beaches with only sand
and no
water in any or
every
waste of
where
ever
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