Tag: 420
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tepid
Your style tepid, crude, unfit for the throne My style rude lines writ upon a bone God’s name sounds like a gurgled groan My fortune teller a blind crone Two hundred years living alone Ask her to tell me where I’m going She reads my palm, turns pale as foam Sends me away, won’t take…
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Signingoff
OK last few bits of the day Won’t be my last piff of the day Need that grass, that hay, its haze I’ve been on it non-stop for thousands of days Watching revolutions in the highest resolution Thinking it’ll be a different future, hopeful humans Rotting in front of the computer, next school shooter I…