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Jun 2020
Product of a service tech
Have you met your service rep
They call him nervous Jeff
His hands are made to surf the web
But hes here to perv your neck
Instead.
Your surely dead.
And curtains. Close.
And nurse brings meds
Adrena chrome. And nervous
Mess
Approach. You. Smoke you.
Like a perm with dreads.
Your body burns
Wheres the furnace check
You squirm in bed.
A ****** debt.
Somebody keeps your words in head
Like there learning them
You encourage them
Like your perfect and
You feel the universe
Like fate transpired
This time you ******* earned your bed....
When you wake up.
Pray you learned from this.
And deserve every day
Your on this earth to live
Jordan Gablehouse
Written by
Jordan Gablehouse  27/Two-Spirit/Canada
(27/Two-Spirit/Canada)   
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