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I got to stay up
this world is corrupt
the daily grind will
get you dirty sometimes
so remember to wash
and start with a clean
slate and new shine
can't hear my hums
so cold outside
can't feel my thumbs
fingertips are numb
reaching for a bottle
of Caribbean rum
to warm my lungs
I hear a ring tone
can't pick up the phone
ignore need to be alone
with my mind and my
best friend this pen
composition notebook
black and white
checkered cover
it's hard to stay on the line
like I'm drunk off wine
zig zagging and scribbling
dropping crumbs
from all this nibbling
about my writing I'm serious
in a trance so delirious
maintain my goal
to remain mysterious
sugar is poison
honey's sweet
always careful
about what I eat
mama sent me to church
for the preacher to teach me
all I learned was how to sin
and reach deep
spit the gum out
and pretend to shout
and act like I didn't see
him kiss someone who
wasn't his wife in the mouth
never understood what
it all was about
even today I stay
the hell out
just because a building
is called a church
don't make it Gods house
