i would be climbing the damn walls
in these helpdesk chatbot daysof recreational consumption
& blue-grey smiling vans
if i could climb anything at all
~
anyways these poems here
are proof of life
& the sacred twofer
of discipline & attempt
~
& when all the children of the revolution
ask me what i did while it all fell apart
i can say
well kids
i wrote it down
or kinda tried to
knee deep in gadgets
& plastic & pills
lou reed on the player
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