Caustic Custom
as i write this
i'm being con
sumed but not
ever understand
ing why it's by you
of course as a
hobo homeless
person i gladly
and when see
ing you see
that my desire
is more then my
want but for some
one such as myself
i'm on the bottom
shelf where people
don't bend or stoop
to see what is almost
lower then their feet
and the dust must
after all these years
turned me grey and
having no speaking
abilities realize
my batteries
have
long
since
died a
long with
me
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