tthe broken glass in my sink comes from gloating.
the headache from not drinking enough water
because i dont have a vaporiser, distiller i mean. ben stiller.
my poems make no sense when i havent eaten.

to all the farmers and all the kings horsemen
put humpty dumpty back again
we will all follow the red brick road
make it right straighten the arrow

when seasons tides come in my brother
you will tell me what you have done
to become so becoming of the title
changed we all are to use these geese as marrow

for our soup or our wheelbarrow?
grease the oil and turn the wheel
spoke the verb and crank the gear
up a notch, this hill has more footing.

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