Save Point

I'm playing, I'm alive,

I'm picking up,

Where I left off,

Hopefully,

Somewhere safe,

Not, in the middle,

Of a bunch of enemies.

Rabbit Turd

Release me from the world, a record of where you were, and the reality that echoed back, you're literally alive, come in, have a seat, let me smell your feet, hurry up little bunny, you'll be late, that's what I think of you, hurry up, or I'll shout, do you want to enter the Brown Group?

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Choosing Art

I have to grow up,

Accept responsibility,

I have a puppy,

A little baby,

I need to stop,

Being so frivolous,

Find a girl,

And settle with her,

Stop thinking,

Of cheating,

All those lessons,

Maybe we learned something,

But I can’t,

Stop dreaming,

All I can think of,

Is raising this girl,

Teaching her,

Bending her over,

Punishing her,

I can’t give up,

My muse.

The Afterlife

If you could choose,

Traveling mercenary,

An employee,

For the cyberware conglomerate,

Or an Indian,

In space,

What would you choose,

Probably the traveling mercenary,

He seems to have the most freedom,

He gets to choose his work,

And he doesn’t have to deal,

With the whole harem,

What if,

You had to live,

All three,

What if you,

Completely changed,

The frequency,

Forced to live,

In the next level,

What’s there,

I have no idea.