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Butch Decatoria May 2021
Packaged in a box,
a handle like the baggage
She carries around.
Butch Decatoria May 2021
"Doctor said to look for blood in your stool, what color's that **** suppose to be? "

" Get over your **** already"

" Tired of your ****. "

" Knowing all the **** that you've done, better pray for your ****. "

" It's no fun picking up ****, or cleaning up after people's ****"

"Don't give me that ****"

" I call *******. "

"**** doesn't bother me, **** don't surprise me either. "

" It's all turning to **** anyway"

" **** ain't free no more"

" Don't make it about **** that's outside of your own ****. "

" Time for some better ****. "

" Back in the day, **** never needed trending"

" **** flew by"
" Barely remember all the **** we got into. "

" You deserve an award for your ****. "

" How do we fix the world's ****? "

"You **** a log, **** was big, clogged up the toilet! Ain't that a ***** coming from a little person"
Ironic ****.

"Did not ask for crap, but bit into a **** sandwich. "

" Just for ***** and giggles. "
We get what we give.
Butch Decatoria May 2021
Of.
Free Will & freed Mind,
Learn as you go...

But what's the meaning of (this)
Life? Just?
"Simply: life is lived."
Our planet's dying with blight in the pit, dark well full of children's wishes, echoing unanswered in the Ether
How the darkness hates

Life, simply because
It's yours to love.

(Home is where the heart is)

Symmetry of our tears to drops of rain, to drink if ever we thirst,
I sleep just to dream ...
For dreaming is Proof of Life.
To wake to your face
Ill swim in the sunlight
And be blinded by your grace
I sleep yearning to wake
Dying full of wish
Volcanic
Inner
earthquakes
Butch Decatoria May 2021
"Ain't that some messed up ****"."

" **** has hit the fan. "

" Is this **** legal? "

" That's some racist ****. "

" I didn't sign up for this ****. "

" Don't blame your **** on gin & juice. "

" **** is dope. "

" What a **** hole they live in. "

" What kind of **** are you trying to sell now? "

" Call that **** for what it is. "

" You lying *******. "
Butch Decatoria May 2021
Freedom Cries
Latter tears
For all the lives that lie
Beneath Founding Fathers' Liberties its feared
Swept under rug
In white toupees, french rolls
Talcum powder white
Land of blood & milk & honey
All the earth bestowed by God
For He so loveth man
Genocide wipe out the indigenous
Seed
The native son's lost histories
The world wide invasion
Like a web

Problem is people is
The virus to nature's maturity
Under Founding Fathers'
Liberty.

Life's propriety made property.  
We're lost on the run
Ignorants in bliss. Hail capitalists, consumers injesting under the gun...
What the frack is happening
Running out of hacking breath
What father knows best
Can't outrun Death.
Sionara all the best, god bless...
Out of breath.
And Done.
Butch Decatoria May 2021
I'm not worth it says myself esteem, though knowing me being me, i'm not worth any penny, but heavenly heavenly love is echelons beyond counting countanences, of fathers or lover's gold. Beholden i am told by the indifference i keep secret
Umbilical cut
Like a knife to the cliche of the heart the hurt of giving birth
Deeply latter in your age
Sob to how it feels
It hurts being born, divorcing the boy she owned, she's owed a medal for keeping
Sacrificing the lives we yearning for burning looking back
Dont gorge on wish in
Life speed
You may miss
Something worthwhile substance
From an inside pride
Calculating my own self
Worth,
I am a gentleman
If anything
An open door of karma
Thanks be
Now i know, what's it worth
In boohoo bad hairday
Pity party's over it
We all grow
Out of it.
Being Afraid and feeling Sorry,
Thoughts are inflated, substance a pretty penny dreadful.
Butch Decatoria May 2021
Spitfire, cruiser;
Trucks for a hau'li's longboard.
Leaning into it.
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