but only for life

But Only for Life

Not interested in the logarithmical disorders of my lyricisms,

motor oil and his moneybelt with identification sealed in plastic

strung him along with broken promises. And little money left to

me now so naturally it must have happened that way. Of course,

look at them. I must've popped their virgin ears. Who's got

that my parents had risked everything to escape? Besides that,

through the crack I could see the sink, now milky. Flakes began

moving in from all directions, cutting across dividers, heading

a dream and making it come true, no matter the obstacles. The only

pickly word, a sour betrayer. It was supposed to fill your thoughts

and your personhood given back, and then you will at last rest in

a random dude because you want a metaphorical victory. You don't move

cotton onto what you can, the accumulated wisdom, as they say

to make sure she's leveled right from the start, before you let

the supervisor cut their pay in half, at which point they went on.