Asking my mom if she was proud of me
And how she laughed in my face.
It’s been a minute
Since I was last vexed.
I could troubleshoot and debug all day long
I just don’t get paid enough.
Bypassed simmering, brought straight to boil
But where Boise went, nobody knows.
Night tripped and fell
A committee meeting with no chair.
Rough sleepers sleeping rough
Keeping it raw, preserving the crunch.
What happens when
There is much of merch.
A near-sighted owl howls
Lusting for unidentified white vans.
My mom saying she wanted
You to bone her.
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