The Plea Deal
Look, we know
The silent screams of yesterday moan on
Between the quiet dances with
Some random God Queen.
All days are like this.
All dogs love this.
Here it is:
Straight from the center of Heartbreak America.
The undulating weirdness that is all and
Our unifying impulse to label all of the "is all."
While yesterday hurls invectives,
Future gently nudges with a
Presumptive smile,
A scheming brain.
Now beat it. Just beat it.
Be there for your microwave.
Avoid going insane.
Take heart this is your only life
With this inexcusable amount of strife.
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