So there is at least one more. The one more doctrine.
Someone buzzed but no one wants to answer.
Those beefs dealing steroids are laughing again
Like a surprise owl in daylight threatening to rain.
I have to leave it but I want to drink the scratches of it
As I bang this line, they sound so unquenching.
Hard, like caked-on swan, scratch lines through them
To the plate below. No more threats and thunder
Variety pool grinds to a halt in a dither of indecision.
I didn't ask to be this way. I don't know what I want.
The sky says take that, just says it it doesn't cry it
Doesn't care enough for that.
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