She Smelled of Unstable
she smelled of unstable
an upgrade from offline
like a magnet folded in two
she had me sputtering over gutters
whenever she was looking for action
there was no getting bored
i was but one of a billions souls
who's timing was all wrong
it's a wonder i ever belonged
i was readily decomposed
changed into another compound
waffling like an improper synonym
and then she asked me for money
something about poweraving
i heard gaslight rhythms
and my PTSD set in
i put her in a cage
she never asked again
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