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Don’t hit on me at work
I don’t really wanna be here
I just need to eat and I need to get my paycheck darling
I am only being nice so maybe you will buy stuff
And get out of the store but hardly
You walk up to the counter
Misgender me real quick
You tell me that I’m lovely and you think you’re pretty slick
Well I want you to kick rocks
I’m sick of what you say
And no I’m not going on your stupid little date
Don’t hit on me at work
You think that I am a woman
that I am a man
That I must be what you see
Well hardly
That is not a compliment though
Cant you understand that you’re being such an asshole
Baby
You walk up to the counter
And try your little line
I wish that I could hit you but I can’t afford the fine
Well I want you to kick rocks
I’m sick of what you say
And no I’m not going on your stupid little date
Don’t hit on me at work
I wouldn’t like you even if you saw me on the street
And pray to god I don’t because your fate you’ll surely meet
I’ve had it up to here and this is really my last straw
Don’t hit on me at work or else I’m laying down the law
You’ll never see me how I see myself and those who love me do
You’re always going to be the problem
Always going to play the fool
Know just what you’re doing but you’ll do it anyway
You’re the lowest of the low and I just wish you’d go away
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Led Me to their room.
Where they keep the pole
I said I would try dancing
Now they’re taking off their clothes
It’s not what I asked for
This isn’t what I thought
One single yes is not a free for all
Parasite
Only hit me up when there’s something that you need
Fuck you for ever taking advantage of Me
I tried to keep my distance but just do not know how
I told you I was busy yet you showed up at my house
Parasite
Please don’t misinterpret
When I give you my response
Im processing the trauma
and you left me with a lot
I try to act polite because it’s easier that way
I try to act civil just to keep you out my face
Parasite
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Imposter
Invisible
Your group is already full
There’s no room
There’s much more to me than what you see
Im fucking more than enough
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Anti choice
Is anti freedom
You anti-American scum.
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People and their cars
Only know impatience
Killing the earth on a daily basis
Think you’re so free go to all sorts of places
That’s just the way the executives made it
Take away the busses take away the train stations
If you wanna ride em well you better get to waiting
They don’t come often so you’re all out of options
If you don’t got a car well you got lotsa problems
Car brain says kill you
Car brain says hurry
Car brain says move or it’s you I’ll be hurting
Get out of my way
I don’t care where you’re going
I’ll murder you if you keep traffic from flowing
I don’t wanna die
Wanna cross the street
Try to get to work
On my own two feet
Look up from your phone
See me in your view
Had to jump aside
Almost saw it through
Car brain says move
Outta my way
A speed bump an inconvenience to my day
Places to be I don’t care where you’re going
As long as the wheels of my car keep on rolling
People and their cars
Only know impatience
Killing the earth on a daily basis
Think you’re so free go to all sorts of places
That’s just the way the executives made it
Take away the busses take away the train stations
If you wanna ride em well you better get to waiting
They don’t come often so you’re all out of options
If you don’t got a car well you got lotsa problems
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A flower loses its thorn
In the wind
In the storm
Our mothers
Burdened with scorn
In the wind
In the storm
Say you won’t
Say you won’t
Say you won’t
Give up
A swirling of matter when nothing else seems to
An idea or pattern but not when you need to
Ripped from your hands
Ripped from your body
Nothing is sacred
Nothing is painless
Say you won’t
Say you won’t
Say you won’t
Give up
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snag top nocturnal dragged from its hollow
by sepia keyhole whimpering
third gen somnambulist
through hammer and bent shed
eyes hooked west in promise of frankincense
the chair, the sock
and every filthy basement window
bear witness to the animals of Norm
we need light to see,
form and dirt to grow,
but this plateau is eclipsed,
the nest arid and unfallowed
waning lobes flourish in ambivalence,
standing dead quench thirst with astringent spit
clipped wings pitch from tar to precipice and sink
lateral demands that we ask nothing of dreams,
just read ‘em and weep
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negative pre-arrival
anterior sealed prior
exit patched in lift
body ashen, head limp
twenty points low
deviated gaze
unilateral diminuendo
en route to the couch,
but your world is an awkward maze
I’ll shoulder what I can
til its weight bleeds through the page
then return from diversion to self-doubt
ribcage to face
heart in alien hand,
in extremis
a generation collapsed
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enamel isn’t endless,
and when gingivae gives
this mouth is gonna feel
like hair of the dog when pet
I’m tonguing loose isosceles trapezoids
geometry got me dropped from honor’s math
but I was born in the neck of mirror graft
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the addled confluence of ink and stain
illustrates immersive molotov resolve
when rabbit whispered to clothespin contact,
extract dissolved its pellet frame syntax
the level cross of switch and short
illuminates the gate to ethereal port
though stamen warned of portal apneics,
the parasite relived its gnawing of cord
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stability brings to mind
the things I try to leave behind,
but all my hats hang out back
and every patch grins at pass
it’s not charity,
it’s disbelief at the fact that I still bleed
and reflex to catch some Z’s
to distinguish want from need
from pillar to post in absence of breath,
a parched pen and some dropped dreams
conceived the indiscriminate
forced simp warrants breach of contract
training wages get product snatched
spun lead carrot stick pays for lunch
straight pay lean gets rob of crutch
trigger time calc triangulates bounce
red tape steps lead to tailpipe mouth
Stockholm heroes get choked with cape
and my hairline recedes more every day
from fist to splintered face nameless cogs,
green mouths only water the saltiest of dogs
it’s not charity,
it’s disbelief at the fact that I still breathe
and reflex to catch some Z’s
to distinguish want from need
it’s not equity,
it’s insecurity, it’s why I grind my teeth
and my hairline recedes more every day
these hats don’t hide a fucking thing
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to map this scattered field
we’ll need to surmount three decades of calcification
to crack its patterned blue
we’ll have to uncarve six-two of block manifestation,
because objectivity is merely the sum of all things
subjective in reality
to balance untempered tread
you’ll want to subvert a hundred and eighty grade of axis rotation
because the heat of memory is entangled with identity
in cold hallway interrogation
and when the fifth is forced, frostbite takes its lead,
it’s foot in mouth or the fourth degree
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I quit lifting chin and bartered tail for hide
so now I bury anything that I can’t bleach or ignite
and dampen pass with a flattened affect by default
if echo is of flesh, salt can be truly be absolved
until reverberation saturates its habitat
and winds up all alone in its absurd swell with bloody hands
cause guilt will never be enough to stunt incessant noise
so I’m looking to trade my shovel for any remedy better employed
the world slowed down for me, but I didn’t do anything
except sit back and have another drink
thinking about thinking’s uncertainty
a restless reflectionist
drawing conclusion from indecipherable maps
toward some fictitious center of meaning or mass
at the charred fringe of all loss
I just sat and I thought
an entropic pawn, idle under a canopy of black
repressing synapse
cause everything is action nothing
and I’m just the mouse in the bull’s fucking jaw
programmed to slam my head against the wall,
but this transience has gone on for too long
action nothing, nothing at all…
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no, you can’t search my bag
it’s full of tricks this life demands
pen and pad, maps and dream
go tend yer locks while I dry my ink
nothing to hide, but these are mine,
no privilege here for wiretap eyes
just assume that I disagree
with everything you believe
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her shell draped over limb
on an eastern sage knob top
frozen blue, cloudless and fixed
a blanket of fractal eyelids
and every shed tear, a turquoise stone
that longs to call the river’s mouth home
crystal bed, soft and idle edge
a pillow for every weary head
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