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White Wrappers

I’ve already condemned
myself

how could I go any
further?

you further the
narrative by
committing
murder and
getting away
with it

at what point do you
stop sabotaging
yourself?

at what point do you
see a pathway
forward?

at what point do I
leave this life to
live below the
Venice Blvd.
underpass?

talk is not art

your head was just
something else I
wanted to
punch

booze was fighting against
the guards and sometimes
getting through

to give something to
someone that was
underserving

bulls parading
upon the
veranda

it’s hard to be
an ocean

all being a God involved
was lies and
persuasion

we’re both capitalists stuck
in a communist
infrastructure

but nonetheless you have to
get out of my suite,
take your lunches
elsewhere going
forward,

and stop scurrying
in here like a little
cheese-eating
rat


Taurek
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