cowboy mouth
poem
If You See Me Please Do Not Follow I Am Too Busy Littering
The World With My DNA It’s Nothing Personal Frankly I Am Just
Bored Of Drunken Pigeons Banging On The Glass Of My Psyche
It’s All In Poor Taste The Tax We Pay For Consciousness Like Oh,
Congratulations You’re Alive! But You Are Also Forbidden To Pass
Go And Collect $200 Don’t You Know Empathy Is Dead (No) Dead
(No) Dead (No) You Can’t Give Way To The Wrong Room You Must
Fabricate Something Operative Instead You Must Bloody Your Bread
You Must Only Think About Yourself And You Must Do It Constantly
What Else Are You Supposed To Think About Anyway? Strangers?
(Yes) History? (Yes) God? (Eh) Hang Your Mortality In The Entry Way
That’s Enough Since There Is No Stable Pronoun For What Happens
Next The Collective Is Draining And The Horse Is Unrecognizable Just
Look At Those Knuckles The Hands Of Time Are So Insensitive I Can
Hardly Count On Them 


Oh my god how long did it take to figure out words that worked for both lines?! I loveee how these lines pour right into the next one - so brilliant!