Its been a windy day and I left the house in shorts and a vest. The government bought me a sandwich, a salad, and vegan almond milk ice cream (thank u Ben n Jerry's, hurry up with a mint and peanut butter flavor please). I painted psychedelic genetalia and wrote poems in my head. I forgot my medication and had an anxiety attack. There were sirens and someone died. My friend bought me cheap menthols and I gave two away, now I have four.
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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