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I am a greasy knot with bulging eyes
crushing up success with mortar and pestle
the consolation schools' cocaine

beautiful place, wouldn't want to live there
pork and blues and ash on the street
mint that tastes like charcoal marinated in seawater

nothing left in this old dielectric
slide home down my throat and let me rot

~If you can't join 'em, beat 'em.