It's eaten my sources, swan this
Itch that. Eaten. Hoof it blocks
Tired entry and then distinguishing
Between dipshit and douchebag
As I sit the open window that smokes
What could have been an itch bar
Where your drinks are never cleared
& you pay with attitude. Don't touch
Me where I swan with a no fear sticker.
Noir voiceover was a walk here too.
Mastication complex. Nimble toe scratch
& soccer knobs out drunk yelling.
An itch bar called pair of dice
Where now and then, now and then
Pepper spray. The little engine that.
We can learn what we did not know
Enough to forget. On the other hand,
There are also living swans, iron swans,
Real swans which can devour people.
On this we should build our tactical thinking.
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