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i am not a chicken
cumshots, random
fleeting tidbit of justification
must write them down
before the final bulb burns out
scribbled, confused
kneel down before high priest of patronization
he bleeds of truce and privlage
billows from his snout
how mighty, how utterly beautiful
the motions a nonchlant charade
im tiny, so swimmingly i stumble
march to the dumbs of bananas on parade
chill out, toke up
expect the unexpectable waning
of siple centricity
that things remain the same
amtrah incubaton on the unmaintainable maintaining
the hurt clings to me bits of glitter, adorned i came
model train set, im at the epicanter
flag down conductor and dose his lemondae
in this armchair, i eat my shit for supper
succumb to quiet, the bananas on parade