stale old real

uninstall the panic

of not caring anymore

create time for your inner self

punches in bunches

turn on that news

don’t require that power

to light this fuse

you know the truth

that’s how you live

no need for costumes here...

what you receive,

should always be less than

the summation of those strengths you have been given

ain’t nobody here forgivin

all too busy

faking out a livin

eke in out

some collective of twilight deceptions

the autopsy

was like a vacuum bag

bunch of shit and dust

and whatever else he had...

no pins

No cushions

some debit card

hard to the wire

like a barn on fire

didn’t probably plan for this

this guy was an ok dude I guess

they might have deduced

a little more and some less

and some of y’all

gonna miss this guy

and he tried like hell

to keep from goin there

So you can just not talk about it all again anymore

disregarded like a look...

never had time to absorb

that PIN number is right there

on the shelf

before your busy eyes

denied themselves

it’s in the last place that was imagined

no one would ever look

take what you want

bury the rest

he was just another unread book

at the very least

at the very best