Solutions for the 21st Century Street Magician
How was I to have known
My own pen would betray me
If I could not see fit
To understand politics as displayed to me
These long and dark words
Are sultry in the ocean
The waves and tides of my mind
Now recede without an end to the pain of the dove’s tree
My blood dovetails out
In the artistic words of war
I took a giant fucking shit on an innocent kid
To be in a movie and the same film told him to even the score
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