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Cassiel Moore May 2012
Pill poppin’
Party rockin’
Open the med cabinet to find my fix
Claritin for my allergies
Dayquil for the flu
Vitamins for the immune system
NoDose for school
Cepacol for the cough
I’m just pill poppin’ and party rockin’ my way through life
Caffeine to stay awake
Weight loss just to fit in
Can’t sleep eight hours
No that’s too much
Four will do well
There’s too much to do for a busy girl like me
College baby, gonna make a man outta me
My day is full, no matter what the calendar says
Up for work at 5
Bed by 2
Just pill poppin’
To keep party rockin’
Don’t know how much more I can take
But I’ll be ok
Just keep pill poppin’ and party rockin’
I can always sleep when I’m dead.
I'd rather be a hobo
OVERDOSED ON A HAND FULL OF NODOSE, NOW I'M HOPING TRAINS WITH HOBOS. BEEN LIVING IN THE SAME CLOTHES. HAVEN'T HAD A SECOND TO SHUT MT EYES, IT'S STARTING TO FEEL LIKE I'M LIVEN 75,000,000,000 LIVES. SEEN GOOD MAN HANGING BY THE BOTTOM AS EVIL MAN ON TOP PLOT TO SLAUGHTER THEM. THE POOR ARE THE ONLY ONES BRINGING IN OFFERINGS ALL WHILE THE CHURCH CHOIR SINGS SONGS OF REDEMPTION. BAPTIZING THE LIES OF EVIL PEOPLE, WHY THE RICH MOST BE BELIEVERS. A HOLEY WAR FOUGHT BEHIND DOORS OF OIL RESERVES, BURNING HOLES IN THE O-ZONE, BURNING GOOD PEOPLE IN THEIR HOMES. THE POPULATION, A MASS PRODUCTION OF SLAVES AND CLONES, JUST TO SAY IT'S GODS WAY, PRINT IT ON THE MONEY, AND GIVE HIM HIS CUT EVERY SUNDAY. LOOKS TO ME LIKE WE'RE LIVEN IN THE LAND OF WHO EVER HAS THE UPPER HAND AND HE GETS TO CALL HIMSELF UNCLE SAM. COULD IT BE THAT FRIENDLY FIRE WAS THE INTENT, COULD IT BE THAT WE BELIEVED LIES THAT ARE PAYED WITH OUR LIVES. COULD IT BE WHILE RUNNING WITH OUR HEADS IN BETWEEN OUR KNEES THE RAT RACE CAME AND REARRANGE OUR DREAMS. SO WITH WOOL OVER OUR EYEs EVIL CAN CHANGE INTO IT'S GOOD DISGUISE.
Onoma Feb 2024
treetops pass their

basket--

light to the nodose

pit of round.

pillared trunks

sprouting into one

another.

come maximums of

height.

contoured chione

apto pnuema...

hand off touches of

wind to the ground.
*Inspired by a revelatory hike~

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