I’m a ranger,
Creeping danger, Quiet stranger, Babe in manger. You’re a virus, Wet papyrus, Bearded iris. They admire us. We’re a team, A Ponzi scheme, A leaky tub of Soylent Green, An out of focus laser beam. They have had it. They are over it. Really sad about it And letting go. We don’t care. They’re over there. They’re medium, we’re rare. Wouldn't even do it on a dare. Kinda nice, Sugar spice, Pizza slice, Coke, no ice. This feels forced. My tongue outsourced. My heart coerced. My voice half hoarsed. 3/17/21
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