Shit. People.

People are always doing things.

The bust shit up,

Then make amends.

 

They leave on lights,

And open doors.

Forget to breathe,

On kitchen floors.

 

They spill their milk

Then cry like babes,

Because their minds

Behave like slaves.

 

They bury each other

In the ground.

Dig more holes,

And wander round.

 

They answer phones

With just one finger.

They fuck new strangers

They’ve swiped on tinder.

 

They buy new clothes,

And burn old moulds,

They forget that oft

Old smoke does linger.

 

And time gets lost

Inside their heads,

Though they dreamt time up,

Or so they said.

 

 

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