High Waisted
6 feet up and about.
Floating around,
tumbling loud,
with a bullet
or two
on hold.
Get ready,
Set,
Pull on the Go.
Take caffeine,
fiend through the door
neverending
but wanting more.
Forget everything you've been told.
All that glitters is mold.
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