Impromptu
i work
Saturdays
i work
Sundays
seems that
i work
everyday
still it pays
the bills and
saves
me mentally
my mentality
is casually
getting
caustic
lately
toxic words
dripping
drooling
from my mouth
lips covered
with froth
rapidly
rabidly
causing me
to run
rampantly
stop
standing up
put me
down
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