Fall back on words
Grey clouds descend upon me in the brush
Where I lay
Nor her
Nor anyone comes adjacent from me
Just I
In laborless days
Penniless days
Filled with images of should be’s and do this’
Memorization comes upon my head but washes away
Compliance and conformity does not stick
Only what I am going to do’s and Fuck you’s
Words are my critiques of deplorable manifestations
Words are my rebellious articulations
Words are my rejection of label manufacturing and
implementation
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