Diamond dust in a dogs breath
Panning for gold in the white snow
Of the black hills
It takes a steady hand
To operate with tweezers
Our petrified organs
Will not mind a slip or two
It is the electrified edges
Of each open wound
Plugged into the power grid
For all the world to troll
And comment on
A shock wave before a broken mirror
The worthless worth
A small dish of pennies
At the register
10 lords a leaping
9 ladies dancing
8 hateful eights hating
7 dicks sucking themselves
6 sick Nikki Sixes sexting
5 High Fives
4 calling girls
3 French Fries
2 Donald Trumps
And a greasy pork sandwich
Served in a dirty ashtray
Unwashed glasses
Dogs with bad manners
We keep learning the same things
Over and over.
That’s all.
New stuff old stuff
It’s all old stuff
Just more stuff
Schwervon! 
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