Solid Stance On Substance – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

pick my performance,

select my disaster tv ,

cameras,

flashing lights,

corrective lenses,

shits all tight,

we blast through cages,

lift the ages,

dying to be,

but cannot see,

I gave you victory in a hand basket,

you lastly sought it,

when we retort it,

I never touched it,

but fucking burnt it,

but here’s the issue,

fucker use some tissue..

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