Wednesday, August 21, 2024

Memoir

Following a career spent 
Capitalist and possibilist
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A division of
Payments over time

No stranger to success
Locking in offers
Dope as fuck
30-year fixed
A set of boar tusks

Always a late bloomer
More often than not
Unfashionably late
Solo but not unaccompanied 
I definitely feel like I was 

Radicalized to where
I literally the week before 
My brain broke
I slammed on the brakes
And threw it into reverse

These days I’m on disability
Getting a little bit of check
Faux Warhol Monroe on the wall
I’m writing like a mad Sumerian
Oh, my phone does it now? 



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