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| dear sirs
if the pavement comes alive I’ll flap a shab a toothy smile comprised of traffic cones and manholes become eyes and birds burst into flames while singing satan’s praises and fold into the sky and rain down ashy danger if every office empties and all slaves walk in dazes to a pool of liquid money where they bathe blissfly naked and drugs no longer taught me and flews around my conscience and every woman-beating rapist is securely in their coffin every open hydrant in a Brooklyn-time summer moment is opened by cops and folds out into an ocean rent is paid by bread literally and parking isn’t paid for food stamps can be planted and childhoods can’t be damaged fire could power spaceships and safely shift the creators with dynamite and gunpowder to the graves of all his faces slurping nerve of bureaucrat life in bean-counting slave-owners is twisted in on itself ‘til they shave off their own faces the coke and crack in the nation is collected in a top hat and force fed to the children of every CIA agent and the dusthead’s got an angel and an acre’s worth of rainbow and the projects turn to clouds and the stupid aren’t so proud the sniveling grimaced mongrels are infected money-slobbing pestocrats ignite into a brilliant beam of light mercy is the rule and the exception is mercy too and the desert comes to Brooklyn and the president goes to school time flows in reverse death becomes my birth me fighting in your war is still by a large margin the least likely thing that will ever fucking happen ever |
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