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drunken crapshoot/7 (post vomitus)
poorly folded and shoved in the bottom drawer
i wrinkle.
outmoded by aggressive alpha male posturing.
out of style.
when the cycle repeats press me with an iron,
low temperature.
i smell of moth balls,
my seams stretched through periodical trial,
rejected for being an ill fit,
donated.
a charity case, shelved and begging for a new home.
an only child in the sense of being an anomaly.
the weed amongst an expanse of superficial color.
flowers begging for pollination,
open and in estrus,
investors welcome.
(1872)
ugly shit. stained psyche.
