King Tut


There’s an isn’t

This fascination

Matches to burn

A sharp blade to……

Shadow boxing

Primal cuts


Fat and Grissel

The great equalizer

how much Or

how little,nothing


High waters

A party,your

Pants meet your

Shoes ,Premeditated

Thought about it

For too long

The taste is bitter

Castor Oil

To a tin taste

Reaching as far

As the back of

My tongue,fowl

Slow to recoil

Aged & smoked

All burned out

A full ash tray

I have no other

Recourse but to

Lock arms

With the pain

I stand in solidarity

With my team

To say there is another way



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