Disturbed by
The over use of the word love
Extraordinary emotional moment
Something escapes me slowly
With no reason or pattern
At best
I accommodate the leaving
Hide the dying fly
With a cup of coffee
Biscuits and gravy
Half empty Sirachi bottle
Addicted to pretzel shapes
And cheap nuts
Busy hiring others
To promote your lack
Of promotion
Slicing through mountains
Bleeding boulders
Pouring dreams out
From the trunk of our car
Drunk tweeting
I’m so old
I don’t give a fuck
Bullshit you’re better than that
My people!
Waking up at 8 going to bed at 5
The under use of the word love
We’re not just running a business here
We’re fighting a war
We are building a life
It would be so easy
To just take the medicine
Connect the dots
Punch te click
But
Something has to change
It might as well be us
We support the change
We spear the fish
And then we spead the love
All around
Like peanut butter
My friends!
We dance close
We get it on us
And then we
Spead it around
We share
Schwervon! 
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