I'm fueled by
cheap cold cuts
and cracked cans
of beans,
of beers,
and being below
the line of uneven
distribution//////
retribution.
There's a bit of execution
in the way a anti-institution
peels of its mask
and reveals revolution.
I don't know why the prism
is cracked
but
the shattered shards
glimmer & commentate
why we
can only see shades.
There's an anchor.
It's pulling me
closer
and
further away.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
I'm fueled by
cheap cold cuts
and cracked cans
of beans,
of beers,
and being below
the line of uneven
distribution//////
retribution.
There's a bit of execution
in the way a anti-institution
peels of its mask
and reveals revolution.
I don't know why the prism
is cracked
but
the shattered shards
glimmer & commentate
why we
can only see shades.
There's an anchor.
It's pulling me
closer
and
further away.
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