you gotta laugh
you gotta try to laugh
when
you
feel
the awful fingers
of
mad bad truth
climbing their bitten nails
inside your exhaust port
not rock
not paper
not scissors
beats a real laugh
~
look at our heinous fuckpile
as if from space
as if from history
and
you
will
find
which teachers
only repeat the sea
and which
surf the moons tide
as home
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