Juice With Pulp
are you a robot? does your mouth flap
open and closed, but
you are somewhere completely different
guts
i feel a stir when Im present
vodka flavored kindred
harsh like my wake up
injured ego still mint
i profess prone particularly
to the idea of kinship
yet
i must break away from the school,
regrets are for simple fools
I didnt want to think this way
i found the least resistance
peace this instant, increased
from a raw existance
this is not a diet
food for thought
something to chew on
cue my crotch
the dirty deed of driving to find like minds
poppin wheelies
scaring all the adults
sensing the lost accepting
the great know where
drinkin juice with pulp
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