Worm Food For Cannibus Vultures
It must have been some birth mark
That kept me removed
From sandbox dramas turned
Middle school parking lot feuds
Now young adult mortgage escape
Drama circles like rosemary in the wind
Pollinating programs for lust
beach bags and beer
A vacation from the grind
But when overtime rewinds
To flip to the other side-
I escape through the window latch
Compelled to redo the human race
So plug your tickets into cannon fodder
I'm recycling the inane scrapes
Using it for worm food
Living close to land
Devising a brand new plan
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