I rather trade tyranny
For hedonism
And be lackluster
In all my combusted
Knowledge,
Than pretend
It’s amusing
To be this clown
And say
Have you had a
Happy day
And sigh
Cigarettes rhymes
Breathing out
And in
Goes the sparks
Refuel
Relight
Pretend its
Alright.
That’s okay.
No presence to say
Fumbling away
Whatever may come
Is scraps
Before
If
I wasn’t so
Rusty.
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