Posts Tagged The Machine

My Cup Says Hope, My Ass

I drive in
early the morn,
I be beast
for the man

my cup says hope,
my brain says dope,
the man goes
crush

my screen says,
God
is always present,

fuck,
just kidding,

my screen blares
Hell
in dark forest.

I punch keyboards,
hope all fraud
goes away,

and then I
might write
poetry all day.

Save me
from the others.

I might be
better
if I could
write
poetry all day.

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