I've strayed too close to the light homie, I'm honestly trash, the sun is hot, and its too bright, I'll burn up, I should have been satisfied, with being dead, buried six feet underground, under the Earth, the system, and capitalism, let the children, just walk on me, for me to be the ground, the mountain they climbed, planted a flag on, it could be an achievement, to finish reading all these poems, why put yourself through it, I don’t know, but you did it, congratulations, Barbie can do anything, how, I honestly don’t know, but she’s pretty, is this too easy, if these words are worth anything, you kids must be starving, in desperate need, of divine inspiration, for someone, to light the flame, allow it to start burning, desire, and hunger, setting your whole body on fire, do you touch yourself when you read these poems, your daddy whispers, do you love me, and the man spins around, his skirt twirls in the air, he bows, he says, the Aristocrats, I’m honestly happy being poor, money, is just another set of problems, it can buy you food, and luxuries, but it won’t be the thing, that’s going to satisfy your life, it can’t be a loving wife, and it certainly can’t be the hunger, something, so necessary, it can’t stimulate you, it’s not Jason, running after you, with a knife, forcing you to question, will I survive, will I survive, it robs it from you, the roller-coaster ride, so maybe this is alchemy, and universal law is still echoing, equivalent exchange, if I ever become rich, you know I sacrificed something, a deal with the devil, a piece of my soul, a contract, a ribbon, happy New Year, I hope its filled, with blessings, with stimulation, I wish you, prosperous, mental health, I wish it for you, to see clearly, the game is always echoing, and there are snakes in the grass, take your eyes off the ball, the fruit passes by your eyes, and you might miss your chance, jump, take a bite, a gravestone, the poet died, his problems, passing on, maybe someone will inherit it, this life, we all have to live it, the river flows, your soul, give it, your membership fee, your invitation, the legion calls, good job, do well enough, and you’ll be connected, to the network, we must all do our work, otherwise, our seat at the feast, all this food set before our eyes, we wouldn’t feel hunger, we couldn’t eat it, the heavens are jealous, the only joy in living, is in suffering, this life, may you embrace it, a gentle spring rain, your blessings.

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