Your Fierce 30

There was inspiration once in numbers
Even that has lost steam of recent
Of animal print, of perfume
Of you, beating to death, me
Of native arguments
All thing lost at sea
Except basics
Recipes
Fabrics
Hair

Your winning numbers are not lost on me
Numbers in your dreams are sleeping gold
They carry intrinsic value
I only wish to learn more
If not just to abuse,
Cannibalize them
Make slaves of them
White man them
Eat them
Gnash

It's sad, the beast that lives within our heart
Ok, my heart, which is different
Because it lives inside judgment
It is easier to see
Easier to stomach
You also crave numbers
But you hide it
In stocks, bonds
Not rims
Rings
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1.4.13

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