doubt i can make it a whole day

without taking a nap

dreaming of role-play

but it’s platonically vivid

no hierarchy’s in control of my pay

then i reenter my broke frame

of perspective and clap

nobody croaks blame better

i got receipts

look at this folder of jokes so bad

i became a token of shame

um excuse me

don’t think you know that you entered my lane

when you had set up the punchline

to be a suicide

on Boeing’s plane

taste some distain

when accusing genetic fault

my vault only gains

currency when i feel guilt

without that trauma i’ll wilt

i’ll only be plain

– D K T


life ends. why pretend

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