The white slats are pretty, glorious, and dignified.
Do not close the shades.
The painted lines are clean and sharp.
A row of skinny trees is battle-scarred by lightning,
done in by hundreds of violent strikes.
They are scraggly like quilts.
Town homes, shaded, are for normies,
sick homes, plastic homes, fake homes.
Big dips and lush green
swing with wind and hired motors.
Volume shall not be > 50.
I will be dead in two months
Only one smoke allowed per break.
No lounging or sleeping on couches.
Held in locked place, arm bands and leg straps,