Hug the wall.
Avoid being
scene. Deviate.
Deviate. Two close
to comfort. Desire. Stop
wanting. The tires
will be changed. Your
fires will be deranged. My
higher language struggles
with the stone struggles,
trying to chisel a self
into the history resistant
package. Insufficient postage
vivifies the deserted parking
lottery, knowing won't get
sent if you don't rend the
rent. The challenge of our
time: how to burn money, not
dinosaurs. Assets gotta get
grunted, bunted, shunted
back to the trees, squeak
for those trees, they are
the green to your back,
the mean to your slack.
Let the chair hold you
up and it will never
give back your wallet.
Just remember that you
didn't need it and you
should have been walking
instead of driving. Pardon
my crust, I ate all the cheese
just to see it come out the
bottom as it if were
an August swamp.
Roman Ryan 