Stripped back, lowered expectations.
Ready to supplicate my life to any who listens!
Tripped up, beat down,
nothing wrong with fouling out.
Listen freely to talking Christmas lights
in the middle of October. Striving with ease, nod and say sir.
You do not mean it, no surprise, no need
for your endless list of lies.
Picture it. Everyone, all the lies.
Physically materialized as a golden roladex.
With each one used receiving a check.
Bud do not fret, once checked we can use and use
till the fool get wise.
Laugh loudly as we move to the next big prize.
No one can hide. No one knows.
Hone shit.
Hide your face. Peek out and see their burning beady eyes
because the joke is you
and will be till you die.
Now like little blondie
going from tall to really fucking small.
Go ahead act ahead, times without signs.
Useless.
Smile now my child.
With two wrists you cut twice, as deep,
with a feeble promise from the shadowy
men with no face.
chase it back, its time for sleep.
The faceless one
whom walked hand in hand with you from the start.
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