< Shots & Ladders >
It's a matter of framing your brain without a nail gun
mesmerizing mind maps
tole booth road caps
blue tooth cat naps
stories about loneliness & sacrifice & last laps
and opening up to the waitress at the diner at half past
like she's your therapist because somehow you know she needs to know her opinion still matters.
Eating peace treatsies to experience the shit
of those that are needy.
Fertilizing leadership to grow new seeds
for the oft uncontested and undoubtful greed.
Pulverizing the wings of butterflies
because you are sick of tsunamis.
Returning to normal
to become an anomaly of insanity.
Sleeping with bullets in preparation
for the day when you can afford a rifle.
Knowing that when that day comes you will probably just donate it to charity
and by charity,
I mean buying a bunch of things for yourself in attempts to define wealth
you just need some help
understanding your impact on social health:
the rifle is not for you,
the bullets are not yours...
...they are miscalculated traditions
exercised for way too many years
to raise an entire race of beings to believe in fear.
Replace those thoughts of violence with any thing
stimulating the economy is like
the ultimate donation to a world of conniving carnies constructing continuous contemplation for desire.
So when the world ends
and your neighbor doesn't give a fuck about you,
only then will you know what I mean.
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