fork it out your throat by shout it out—gut it out—Shout!
I’m stuck on toes touch-tippin branches of finances: look at me, mommy please!:
I got drugged up. Diggin for money in stonecold cagedup pocketlockets nippin knuckles—shit!
you ever know they chopin arms off? Shit!
the harms dropped. The alarms popped and the charms off.
Legs got the runs down the center of the gunnery:
barreling down the throat artillery in my headache cavity—ha!
I’m winnin bread? Stuck in dread. like lead in water deep like streaks on the sky cut deep in my eye and stars start shining when I’m knocked out out out out out shout:
Shut it down. Fork it out your throat by shout it out—gut it out—Shout!
To the fuckin water underneath broken bridge with the sky floatin in it: like I care?
Fuck, look for the madhatter in the lies chopin down on tea at six oclock--oh the shock of wearing
socks with holes in em. Hear it again: they got holes in em. Lookin good with the souls in em
leakin from the flows since the holes in em. Holes in me. Pins in me leaking thick sick that stink
like slick clits. Fuck, could it be? Is it true? Could I bleed myself dry on the shores of sidewalks,
on the beaches of storefronts? Oh the glory of the story lookin me in the eyes sayin
Sorry, Sorry! So Sorry! Sorry!
Fuck. Is it true? Could it be? Fuck: is it true
that the tooth that bit the shit outta me is flossable?—if I pull it, is it tossable?
Could I look at it and feel like walkin away is walkable?
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