Sunday, April 13, 2014

30/30 four eight

All you can do
is brew evil
i wouldn't have cared
otherwise
otherwise i cared
lets not make mistakes
or give shits
about other people
about their problems
their distaste
for their jobs
what else is my life
but folding t-shirts

Lets make the crooked lines
connect angry holes
orchards of smelly
thoughts perking
to the weather
the way bees
whisper makes me
self concious
i know i've done
something to uproot
your, solitary, shivering
under mushroooming winter
you are causing
global warming

I care about your safety
i can't promise you
once the weather
gets better
it will change
rain is everywhere
its in your sweat

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