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these are letters to editors
they point at the obvious
the articles out loud
scan it deposit it
all time happens at once
i love all my passionate junk
i took lumps not lessons
accepted every stupid condition
dont know what to do with the prison
super positioned
getting lost in assorted flavors
getting traded like im gordon hayward
streets is named for important slavers
pockets full of bullet addled wallets
My feelings hella little
i had to put em on some apple boxes
for the optics
we could sketch a little piggy's house i'd draw the short straw every time
going through the motions like an empty handed pantomime
on a dime, tina turner eat the cake and have it all, supposedly
father i have sinned, i'll count the rosary beads
commit to ways and means or wants and needs
the tax man separates, ill kill it if it bleeds
sweep the supermarket floors, cleanup in aisle four
shrink wrap and body bags plus a toe tag for the morgue
in store, marked down forever 21 chromosomes
X and Y, axis of evil resides, ask and ye shall provide, RZA and True collide
we the black men that struck bacon grease, the slaughterhouse of vonnegut
big bad Wolfenstein to hell and back to jazz it up