i'd rather not say not stay not play along at this point
i'm disjointing my fingers to linger in the quiet space
the trace of a line defines the waste that is mine
whining like lions without pride no mascots ringing
no rosies no riveting recounting i am tired of that
when we make cookies you can watch from the couch
this time another you upside down looks back
crying for no reason out of season this is treason
i am tired of rhymes but otherwise there is no
the propeller fell off the beanie lost the babies
maybe rabies delays these fees from being processed
the lost years it is too bright outside right now
i am ready to close other eyes and wake out not up
i would like to write words without definition
stop trying to read what isn't there i tell all
the boxes are bored cardboard and sullen
bright lights big nights elsewhere squarely decided
i am hiding again i am in finland it's clear
there is no one out to eat me anymore
no one was ever trying to catch this eye
there are whispers i will pass along elsewhere
i have never been this answer washed that dish
i have missed every episode i have fallen out
there was a wheel and i was on or in before
i have chosen to ignore my use of the first person
we are all all the first person
or second we are the best the best just not third
no one wants to catch this
i am turning away
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