The secondhand smoke is relaxing
I’m up to my ears in Sunlight
More smoke, more something like breathing in
More, all there is and in an endless sprawl the shaggy carpet stained with fluids,
some human some human-made,
I can feel at peace like a rope of cum shot onto the sidewalk.
The comfort of erasure,
without ever knowing what they had just narrowly escaped.
And some people laugh at immature things well into their maturity
I don’t wanna be the villain, ma, really
I know you aint raised me to be
So set me right again
I listen to my boss tell a story about how big his cat’s morning shit was
How it was discolored
How it puzzled him incessantly
I try to hold the silence of the Sun
Squeezing, ending up with blood under my nails
An aw shucks kinda humble guy who hopes to inspire the nation ❤ @JohnBiron90196 on twitter
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