Magazines and other Accusations.
He spits.
N then you run.
You say hello t the crow.
He hands you a towel.
T wipe the coal away.
Swaying.
He sings.
Your dead.
You’ve read.
Yr sad in yr bed.
But you kick.
N you squirm.
Shouting out that your done.
A turquoise girl appears.
Handing advice out on note cards.
Stuffing them n Your pocket.
You walk away.
Garrett Johnson.
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
Magazines and other Accusations.
He spits.
N then you run.
You say hello t the crow.
He hands you a towel.
T wipe the coal away.
Swaying.
He sings.
Your dead.
You’ve read.
Yr sad in yr bed.
But you kick.
N you squirm.
Shouting out that your done.
A turquoise girl appears.
Handing advice out on note cards.
Stuffing them n Your pocket.
You walk away.
Garrett Johnson.
Sorry for nothin’.
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