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sitting alone
eating a calzone
my pen caps loose
ready to spill the juice
a black can in my hand
no blood lost
it's just pizza sauce
its personal
deep dish
on some deep ish
like the Smith kids
working on my issues
when the tears fall
I'm passing out the tissue
never sad because
I love the blues
pain is my muse
never tie my shoes
can't find my poetry
feeling like an ax stuck
in a forest tree
stop thief
somebody call the police
no cancel that order
they might come and
shoot me
blow me to smithereens
like loose meat
paralyzed can't feel my feet
freedom is a dream
to those who are sleep
there is no shepherd
for the black sheep
knee deep in black ink
my journal is filled
like a rap sheet
you'll feel a shock
if you touch me
smoking keys
heat on my knees
It’s not an addiction
It’s a disease
non contagious
unlike the flu
I'm speaking with a lisp
my bridge is loose
still fighting
no truce
It’s hard to chew
