& the dance goes on
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Self-Conscious, Ego
The lazy flamingo
That sack of shit
sits on one leg all damn day
rots like a horse in an elevator
awaiting the damned
I am cooler than a flamingo
Don’t tell anyone
I told you that
I doubt that anyone’s mind is bigger than a golf ball
In reality
It Flows Like a River
I follow but
Pinch my dime
I hold back
The mummy scolds me
It is the scalding heat that betroths me
To the vacancy in the island
I still want to know how bad the soil is
I’m interested intrigued investigating this all the time
Round and round the daisy petal
It falls, it flows like a river
Better off on an empty stomach
Just puked up dinner
Oh plants are my friend
The Scoundrels
The scoundrels have tears
The scoundrels have diamonds
They have our houses, our homes, our books
And our niches
In time
In space
They have our hearts and their vessels and the blood cells that flow through them
They took the time to run us over with trucks and smash our brains in with glass
And asphyxiate us with gas
I know one
I know many
The scoundrels are Jimmy and Lark and Spensor
They make little with much and waste away all of everything
They remember kids and they remember the elderly
They will spiral out of control unless checked
And the check is written in blood red ink
It is stamped with iron dusted wax
They will give us what we need
And take all the rest for themselves
I have one
I have many
The scoundrels are in the car, flooring the accelerator
They are in the jump house, playing with the children
They make fond memories inside our minds
They will skewer the meat
And grind it, too
They know how to work this system
They know us too well
The scoundrels will shrink at it
They know
They know
