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May 2023
things are asking me
to be spoken
sometimes politely
sometimes not
reasonableness always
has an opinion i often
don't want to hear
don't hear
won't

searing things alight
my *** and i whoop
like a stooge
and my game is not
even right
skittering crost
out of my mind
to having no mind
as my conveyance
is dissolute and garbled
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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