Really good stuff from OldePunk
Hey you. Allah
I feel nothing anymore
If I do, I can’t tell
is it supposed to be this way?
Hey you. God, why am I
screaming at the fact that you’re aware of my failure which I see sitting demure at a table sipping espresso as the aftermath of the encounter thickens the air and afterwards no one knows what to say and I want to sneer at our confusion but find I can only shout fears in tongues at the matador in front of the corner store
can you spare a holy smoke?
You know the man who said he knew you tried to teach us
he liked to play with the little boys in the parks after dark
my parents decided that he probably didn’t know you but must have had some good lawyers cause he packed up his show and moved on to the next town
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