This started off as a poem about winning a heart but turned into an anti-capitolist rant. it's funny how words evolve.
Dead rodent breath.
Saturday morning blues.
Win the prize.
By bribing the judge.
Only got to find
that lethal judge.
Living free amongst
skeletal trees of autumn.
graveyard fantasy.
hydrocarbon vapour.
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