Smash Crush Smile Break Swipe Scythe Bend Mush Shatter Tear Rip Laughter
I want these things
A group of comrades with which to run rings
Around slow-go mall cops and obese police
Slurping at coffee and swallowing grease
Running into a back-yard and into a pool
Drowning with clothes on and screaming with joy
Swallowing pills with vodka for kicks
‘Fuck it, we’ll see what it does’
Early morning, maybe rise, have a bite to eat
Survey the carnage, bodies on every seat
Bird-nests nestled in my hair
Step onto the porch, have a smoke
Watch wreaths rise in morning-sun
Damn the consequences; I want to belong
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