tumultuous cascades of flatulent dismay

the sun shines
awfully bright
for the overcast
mood which has
taken over me

every taptaptap
of the goddamned
keysisrainfalling
soaking through
thepapermachefacade

fucking poetry

my stomach churns
pieces of shattered mirrors
into the type of shit
you can really
see yourself in

this pack of dogs
seemquiteintenton
ripping me to pieces
and i only wish
theywouldfuckinghurryup

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