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in my mothers house
there is one room
a place we all have
stayed in a bed we all have laid in
a room we have played in
just a place there is no home
a room with enough space
to feel alone thinking about
packing up going back home
in the kitchen something's
thawing in the sink
it must be chitterlings because
it stinks moms cooking
is still good but it don't
taste the same either I'm crazy
or the recipes changed
there's nothing to eat
since I don't eat meat
I walk across the street
to get something to eat
run into old schoolies
glad to see me
grabbing my order
I do not linger I mean
it's been 10+ years pass
since then so I would be
only talking to strangers
I'm not that trusting
it's how it must be
it's all about energy
when it come to me
fully charged on all bars
beware of company
even when it come to family
one must choose wisely
　
