10:49 AM, January 1st, 2011

The grey glazed over his eyes,

He finished first, should we give him a prize?

I can grind down my teeth and make paint out of keef

And with this I will draw my goodbyes.

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There’s a creak in the living room door

And bugs in the dining room floor,

So we charge our machines and our amphetamines

And we blew that big house to the core.

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It’s a cycle at best,

At worst it’s a test,

But a heart will just keep beating on.

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A fish who is gasping for air,

“Not here, please take me anywhere.”

On a Post It he wrote, “Why? Please let me choke.”

But all he had strength for was a stare.

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Hey doc, you missed the point just a touch.

It’s not a job, you’re supposed to feel a rush,

But the financial bills are all piled like hills,

I will miss you but I can’t say how much.

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It’s a cycle at best,

At worst it’s a test,

Through it all, your heart keeps beating on.