0830 meetings non brutal
remote life means remote war
50k a drone in the back of a bed
it can play CDs and'll kill you dead
i read today a black sky shrooms
the strait is closed––there is no food
there is soon to be no water
just the black rain all over again
tomorrow say the deaf and dumb
it was a war we justly won
but was it a figma of my imagination
or was it just a piss poor outlook