Fraudulent starts
Refreshed parts
Thicker skin
Than we possess
The nothing
That skims the horizon
That skins the goodbyes
The replies
Are meaningless
Through the reading glass
We observe
The wankery of our lives
Harbingers of mediocrity
We’ve slowly become
City suns sleep still
Under each nightly pill
We wasted so many night
Broiled by the inept
And slaughtered
By the weak nosed shits
Burrowing through life
Like nothing ever happened
We’ve grafted our hearts
Soldered out sex
And debauched our lungs
With these fiery tongues
Longing for something
Other than a toothbrush.


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