Ped ped ped
Oxide oxide oxide
All my colors run
Into one
Soggy shoe
Brownish blue
My stupid Movado
Your TAG
Chunks of time
Spent buying
Time
A roll of dimes
With a strap
Unless you rap
And then
It's quarter gauge
And all the rage
Morning train
Sounds like the 1 a.m.
People inordinately loud
For something so shallow
As verbal communication
That vocation -
Teaching people to speak
A waste of concentration
Elicit and weak
Your futile efforts to not type
Instead, using the phone to gripe
For godsakes
It's a land of lakes
By this time tomorrow
A million boxes of light
Red green blue
Cyan magenta yellow and key black
These colors rival
Your life
Only not so bright
Key black key note key hole
More boring and easy to pass
Up close and in your face
These dots have the hots
For living
In full light
Maybe projected
At night
You were right
When you said tomorrow
Always comes
If you're whole hog
Or half calf
Quarter baked
Or just an eighth
Of what you once were
It always comes
When gazing stars glare back
With testimony
On the Whitestone Bridge
You're a hack
We're under attack
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3.10.10
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