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Aug 2019
Word weary, near ropes end, cannot fathom how to send
a reply
Every day I just try to make it, set a goal and then
break it
Find my claustrophobic corner and disjoint your
shoulder sockets
Clutching a handful of loose
love lockets
Taken out of pocket by a bot, kid, cyborg babies born
half copper wire
A used pile of tires, rubber and gasoline and burning,
the whole **** world
yearning for water
Like sheep led to the slaughter
betraying our brothers, sisters
daughters, list goes on on them

For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction

Imagine being the last
Homosapien
this race can end
any given second
just push a button
or two
skip to my loo
buckle my shoe
ring around the roses
pockets full of posies
We all fall down
we
all
fall
d
o
w
n
Patrick Kennon
Written by
Patrick Kennon  33/M/x
(33/M/x)   
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