some people are soup
drink it up
hot or cold
spoon or bowl to(o)
the mouth
wet as fog
i laugh drunk
you on edge
goodnight to the kings and queens
in robes and nick drake cocaine brain, red
blue alone
not so bad
strong as my weakdays
slither on
fridays are my mondays and i juggle jamborees when sun
melts make my ice
cream
into
soup.
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