all that it ever was A major bouncing like
me and uh you in a bouncy castle by a uh river
no minors no sevenths no augmented
nothing but front out gutloose oh fuck
all of it swirled in smerk
dried up now in petrie dishes
like dead squirrels
in rude postcards from the Front
both dead in the mud
not even not even
squirreling
don't fool yourself
time is what we don't have
sit back anyway
you may as well die comfortable
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