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Curbed

Curbed
 
I really should refrain,
no one needs these ghastly prose.

Laying down words bitter and unrehearsed so others feel better
to say
yes, bitch,
 I know it's common to be unfeeling & numb 
when ceilings shatter & floors give way.

How hot can one-word scorch 
paper with a pen
running it bone dry to explain
fucking give it a rest & live for today?

Should we listen to our own words of wisdom or squint in distaste?
I contemplate somewhere in our heads there's a nexus
whining fuckers, please!

I've felt up & smacked down
but let me reiterate...

Let me tip my glass!

Let me mean no disrespect!

Let me be damn well prudent from 
words that slice you open like teeny tiny paper cuts 
across your fragile ass skin.

Let me explain,
I do not care
 because
baby
I'm out of your 
fucking
spitting
range.  

Joy4no1







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