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mud skipper

finally fixed the forever wheel
only to find fresh mud
 
a puddle as large  
as mania's deceit  
 
If I were to get out and push
my last good disc would slip
out from my spine
 
but if I stay too long
the memories I mock  
would stockpile hypodermics  
into the permafrost
 
These are the moments to exorcise
to banish, to paint a face on patience
and act real nice to the smug prick
 
Pour the rest of the whiskey
and make the fucker laugh
Ask him what songs  
remind him of his lover
and always
always  
ask his name first
 
any confidence game requires trust
Written by lightbaron
Published | Edited 1st Sep 2013
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