6-6-2025 Took A Break
I slept at the foot of the mountain,
There’s cheese in the trap waiting,
Bait out the prey,
Counting out every second it’s taking.
Haven’t ate in several days,
In a week.
Listen for the snap,
Now there’s dinner in the trap waiting.
I forgot my second language,
Guess I have nothing worth saying.
Thank god for this dinner,
Practice patience by leaving my plate untouched,
I haven’t finished or even begun praying.
Blue meats,
I need my flames for American Spirits and Marlboro’s I’ve been partaking in.
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