Rigged birth
Concieved in Summer, born in WinterBrought up by screams of broken ideology
Parent
Kid in motion
feels forgotten
The mind of many
Glass green jars empty... not broken
Like a ninja Escaping undetected
Brought up by "Pets"
BY watermelons drool
on a stoop by the ground down rocky road of Sellwood Tacoma sound and Bridge
as chance stumbled upon journeys, he enters the fostered care
Spooks, jerks, and poems about tears tearing me down
All until...
alas!
Life slaps me in the face
Tells me to wear shoes
Go to school
Got to work
Do the Work
Be real chill on a hot fudgin sunday no gives to a boy who got real
their hoots prance the solar wind dance
Wake up
Electrify the house
Condition all misunderstandings to those who listen
moderate moon walks
A stroll down the street
A look out the passenger window
Curse MAX for dripping your sweat
Don't think
IN this heat a humans gotta eat
move sometime
Til the end where your caught in the owners net
It took only one time
Gilled gutted
cooked
Hooked by love
Into the swarm above.
Star dust, whirls of wicked fast speeds, stampede
EVERYONE come along
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