Drawin a blank
Empty
are the streets
of my mind
Options
Like a dry
oil well
Drifting from
state to state
In search of
Who knows
gotta stay
Sharp
Can't say
What may
never Come
Waiting for
A comet
To sprinkle
Dust on my
Pizza
at least
I'm
well fed
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