The Drooler

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I never apologize for spitting as long as I do not spit on another I can live to spit again in the face of oppression this muse is anger its black and aggressively sultry it not butter toast it's poetry elementally salty shocking like electricity sticky like sweat oozing from a tree it's sappy & savvy witted like liquid solvent clear as cellophane on top of a bowl of leftovers no one wanted I'll eat it don't waste it first let me taste it needs mixing who fixed this waste of space in the fridge warm it up and it still won't matter to the palate like it still won't matter on ballot don't forget to to put the water on the pallet time to survive dark alleys power of one no allies independent no sides luvs my spouse until death do us 6" apart invisible cord connects to the heart sloppy kisses open mouth flipping pillows on a couch "get a room" it's my house don't like it then get out my space I smell your breath get out my face flow is never held back it makes space to move forward into the future we might not have we might not see love the one you with plot twist might not be the one you wanna be with no joke time to vote did some one say "get a rope" I don't know it's such a hard way to go