I pretend
That this world I’ve made
Hasn’t been a slave
To something I’ve been killing.
And I never got tired
of the baby breath desire
To make it out saved
Without all the kneeling.
Held up with sliding scales,
Drink off headaches.
I sense a shakedown
Should follow nicely.
A quick scolding’s back to business
So don’t worry about me,
I am the system
And I’m still here.
Excuses won’t go missing,
No milk carton waving for the faceless.
So now, they’re tailing me
As I work the scales.
I pretend I’m shocked
Though I’m really not
And in confusion
I started pouring shots.
My morning face
Laid to a late night waste
Beyond sleep’s all exposing mirror.
My habits seem compounded
And I used to claim clear
I just never thought my habits
Could learn the way to steer
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