All your rhymes belong to us.

Rambling piece.
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Been feeling so uninspired
claustrophobic creativity.
Gave blood,my valves pulsated
life is unfair and I am acquainted with despair
stomping the street,Sun, Fav band t shirt,life is sweet
Previous security, such a surety.appreciating only when gone.
Market stall memories, all your time released wares to sell.
Molest my emotional tumult
Hominid dilemmas.Friction burn tidal draw leaves you raw.Flesh uncovered.Blood coloured.
Pudding. Desert shopping trolley.Tower block odd appeal in moonlight's silver steal.What is Teal?
Where's the rebel, where's the rebel buried in your grey locks?
Where's the outrage in your bourgeois carpet and comforts?
Arachnid Jazz.Acrid kick of familial.
Grind with Mortar and pestle and set me upon the mantelpiece two feet from the clock staring out eyes wide ,taxidermied.
Lukewarm reactions.
Sometimes I wonder what is the point
nonsense
no sense.
Without 'IS' Nuisance becomes something else
and life conforms without difficulty.