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Eggshell defense
It’s not up to me
I bend
Or cup my hand
To drink myself happy
For the moment
It’s not up to you
You wrestle with old apartment dust
In every corner
It multiplies to infinity
It’s not up to the man on the street
He’s got nothing to say about it
He’s got nothing to say about us
And knows nothing of it
I think the egg
Came before the chicken
Thats logical
To me
I bend
Or cup my hand
To drink myself happy
For the moment
It’s not up to you
You wrestle with old apartment dust
In every corner
It multiplies to infinity
It’s not up to the man on the street
He’s got nothing to say about it
He’s got nothing to say about us
And knows nothing of it
I think the egg
Came before the chicken
Thats logical
To me
Published 24th Feb 2023
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