Everything over there

Sounds extracurricular

Particularly caricature of particle exteriors

The network owns that man

I can never see past that

Subliminal messages on the wire

His spare time is dollar signs

— I live wire

Cut the line

Ten Jimmy Fallon's for Dollar signs

More wordless songs, heartless

Pray for mothers and fathers

Sons and daughters

Sisters and brothers

(I'll see you never)

Doses of blow

Sermons phrases

Words and flows

Pillow talking to no one

Bet it all on a lost dollar

And broken condom

For crossword

Puzzles and

Got no passwords at all

Move forward

BOOK IV: Death

Serious sound off

If the flicker of a flame in silence

Can gather my frustrations

Than who am I

To call this my turf

My Father, I Am

Finding Fallon

Family Ties

Gallons of water

From Amazon market

“Don't do that”

Programmed show,

Of course

“Don't” was the word

That mean “go”

In the first place

Broken fingers

And golden rings

Tap water rashes

And food rations

Rash guards

And

Canned laughter for hire

Who am I though

Even to

“Don't”

—just write this?

I am

Though

At full frontal

At full fault

For my honest words

And honest thoughts

In a workforce of

Robots

And race wars

And harsh doors

Full stop signs

I passed go on too many

Occasions though

I can't laugh—

It's not funny, but had to be scribbled down

Somewhere goddamnit

My notepad is all backed up

My actual passion has no turnover

Pancakes, tho.

I don't owe it to anyone

To stay up until Monday

Suffering

All the day long

I just lost God

Your house is dirty-/

You love God

I'm dirt poor

But I love washing my dishes

And being called nigger

—my home's spotless;

I just got it

What's a grandfather

To Father Time

And hard karma

Besides credit karma

Try me down for a size

Turn me down for a change

I'm an hour a minute

A medical problem

A world war starts

At the sound of motorcycles

And illegal migration

At the cost of an entire nation of slaves

While senator makes top dollar

To haul on your daughter

For orgasms

And bottled water

Bitcoin

And join investments

Infestations of fungus in projects

And black mold where

You can't have that

(—and time and a half.)

My washing machine broke

When Donald Trump went into office

My dryer was fixed when addictions and short attention spans depended in Kamala for commas

Goddamn

If I was as bad at math as I am at laying down for lunch

I would have four sermons under the surface of this Sunday's short service

Reversal for curses from short dicks,

Could come recommended

I'm almost retarded from the sound of motorcycles

Seriously, stop it

It's a simple kitchen staple to pray for earning a body

Instead of exchanging bodily fluids and company for it

If I don't get a tummy tuck

I'll probably kill myself

(No truer words were ever spoke.)

I might as well summon the masses for the next cooking class

If I abide by the rules your next wife is my idol.

Welcome to my humble abode though: no one's home.

Welcome to the office

Take your shoes off at the door

And power off your phone

—cause Amazon's stalking us.

I'm not taking your ibuprofen

I generated your practice

happenstance in general hospital

to get a medical procedure out of this

immortal augmented reality in

Subliminal messages.

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