Injector
Raspberry perfumes the scent of my storeroom
but see my money don't talk.
Instead it shines
holding me together in pressed fashion
like milk does my milkshakes,
as butter to a skillet,
or roots to a tree
but yea go ahead and pass me that butter sugar.
Thank you sweetie
Sweet root canals we was having before they built them new ones
and yes I still wonder how exactly did them levees break?
Ohhh yes Katrina came through on her breakthrough
say in the early days of morning
but childdd you mean to tell me for all them people
All them... people
down
there
you couldn't keep a wall up?
Broke you down
crumbling in disseminated division
And shhh hush now
don't repeat this
I heard
I heard if it were to come today
it would repeat
as a open massacre.
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