Over and Out


Its easy for me

               To see,


   You’re unwell

Deep fried angst

Where an eye twitch

Is a tell

You’re an operating

      Procedure working

             Off a low battery

a shame

a puppet show

a folk tale

a modern-day Natter-Jack

Ill quiet as sick


Is noise missing

With children here

And you vacating

Nature continues as

Screws & nuts are dropping

Steel stripped away

Rust has no roots

We are borneth in our own

Origin of sin

And fictive fact w/ factual opinion

Become the only disservice

We deserve




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