card hard against my flesh
micro hair-scrape cross my chest
a plastic history - an echoic festival
i'm molded n melted, stiff n shifted
wading thru this sea of idiots
in a ben hur chariot
having a my bad moment
thrown into the wastebin
clutchin my coin-purse of 3 cent pieces
listenin to the compounds
resonators are my sisters
interpret the systems
waiting
for the
football
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