Don’t know what to do with it Throw it in the pot… Friday / December 5, 2014 #SchwervonPoetry

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Buuuuuuuull shit 
You’re not too old. 
That sandwich is as
Big as my head
You don’t eat a sandwich like that
You give birth to it

Every day is a Mountian. 
Some days are downers . 

Bags of concrete in the basement. 
Youth large condemns 
Pressure. 
More pressure 
Pressure salad

Don’t know what to do with it
Throw it in the pot
Racist armies 
Throw it in the pot
Unisex bathrooms 
Throw it in the pot

The manageable plague 
Throw it in the pot
Codependent narcissism 
Throw it in the pot
Plastic bread 
Dogfights

It’s hard 
I know
I remember
You used to have to work in your car 
I feel for you 

I used to be scared of things 
in the basement 
Now I live in the basement

I used to be scared of failure
And now I don’t 
Understand what failure is 

Clean water and more TV’s 
TV’s in the bathroom 
Bathrooms in the bathtub 

Nowhere else to go 
You’re trying too hard 
Try harder not to try
Do the last song first 
And start from there.

(This poem was originally recited on December, 5 at The Third DeathStar in Ann Arbor, MI)

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