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Apr 2017
hello its me im so far down
and tucked inside-out
mind-folder mind controller
contracting LLC me like ***
bombin down ya system
***** dont give and never missed em
watching gore on the BBC
a war on poverty
see three stones turn into men
again again and again
i pump no twos for dudes
and think they knew
the game is mine
i print the manna juices
stings bruce why swings it
into my corner of where im from
this is my neighborhood
these are my neighbors
and if ya think im trippin ask my gun
cold steel fingers slither in ya brain stem
storming out ya left ya nuts
and as i pop em in my clips to cap ya tracks
i feel contemptuous lights are creepin on my ***
hate to clap cut this clapclap
shorten ya lifespan
like its just the way today
tactic-al attacker
meat-stone drifter.
Written by
Kado MacMurphy  Bozeman, MT
(Bozeman, MT)   
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