I have become
a caricature
of all the people
my mama told me
were wicked
day drinking
at the edge
of the world
putting
on a smile
for a few
extra dollars
until I'm
wallpapering
the living room
with them
suspended
above the
horizon
by the noose
I myself
have made
of beach vibes
and mistaken
identity
drag me
out to sea
and scare
the masses
with me
we can stay
the old men
or we can be
the sea
and toss
these chains
with the anchor
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 3:18 AM UTC
I have become
a caricature
of all the people
my mama told me
were wicked
day drinking
at the edge
of the world
putting
on a smile
for a few
extra dollars
until I'm
wallpapering
the living room
with them
suspended
above the
horizon
by the noose
I myself
have made
of beach vibes
and mistaken
identity
drag me
out to sea
and scare
the masses
with me
we can stay
the old men
or we can be
the sea
and toss
these chains
with the anchor
9/22/18
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