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unattended clown

 


i didn't want to climb
out of my pit
only to hear the draining
of whatever colour
is left on
my sorry
excuse of a
mush,

people are
fucking exhausting,
we dust it off
with carved smiles
as our heads say
shut the fuck up
while stomping
through an overcast
central;
unless you got
a distinction in lying
wait, you probably do
in this capital
of living
in fakery
by the
pound,

i wanted to shove my boot
down the throat
of a suit;
talking so damn
loud on his phone
boasting about
his months commission
& how he gave lauren the boot
a few days ago
for having no work ambition;
while i'm
trying to bop to metal gods
after a long day
of grinding & listening
to overgrown
clowns like him,
who never realise
their back
is just a number
that means
jack shit to
no one.



Written by _feral
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