Blurring the lines between
Psychopathy and normal
Business practice
Real talk inside the whitewashed
Walls of modern supply lines.
Blurring the lines between
Psychopathy and normal
Business practice
Real talk inside the whitewashed
Walls of modern supply lines.
Broken arms and strait-
Jackets waving the quick white
Wipes of sanity
In clear lines of distinction
That can be broadly applied.
I walked by the room
And there were the shoes
Like my grandson would wear,
And I thought there must have been
An overdose on this floor.
Riding the ruts
On the road less traveled slipping
Through mud on two wheels
Kicking up rooster tails
And powering around the turns.
In a world filled with
Dumbphobia, stupid people
Need loving too.
“I hate stupid people,”
The mantra of stupid people.
Every time I jump,
The Earth rises to keep my feet
From leaving ground.
That’s why I don’t play basketball,
And that’s why I can’t dunk.
With my new service
You can be a badass
Superhero legend.
Just a small down payment
And a few in-ap purchases.
Winter’s people confined
In shadow brackets passing
Over the ruts.
The idyllic landscape
Of a life tucked between white trees.
Think of the innocent
Snow angels destroyed by the
Snarl of tire tracks.
How dare you live a real life
In a winter’s greeting card.
The full belly and
Fart firework days leading
Up to New Year’s Eve
Bringing out the big guns
The form of cabbage and cornbread.
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