Writing in high volume
Background tunes at full volume
Weed fumes hide the boundaries of the room
Enough to fill volumes, William T Vollmann
I just play my role and they roll their eyes
Suspected of planting suspect devices
They’re asking I am in an agency, C I
A or ISIS
Stay in your lane like bikes going to the opposite way
Empty cup, fluffy suds like a cloud gun’s spent casings.
Alchemisland 
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