the wrecking ball stalls the call to follow the
bent and twisted destroyed and crisp-ed rainy
days are ways aways for strays stay for layman
hey, man, really?
for a pretty penny i’ll move it (tow) two (to) fields.
try a fourteen thousand pennies plus
i must bust out of the doubt and shout
the clever fever rises in me.
to cry to try to bide my time.
i’ll find a way when my heart doesn’t strain with worry sorrowing
continually borrowing green hit the lean teen with my machinist’s creation
i was going to fix but now it’s left for picks nix the nacks flack attacks.
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