102

Alcohol
Is finally
Celebrating
its Victory
In you.

Its Stuffing
Your arteries,
Thanksgiving turkey.

It will
devour you.

You set
It’s table
For it,

Every time.

Admitting it
entrance

To Course
Through you.

Your
Veins,

Its tiny Hop
Waterslides.

Please,
Stop testing
To see
how fast
That heart goes
before it
crashes into
it’s own walls,
Dead.

Otherwise,
You may as well
put the toe tag
on now.

You’re Seasoning
A home-recipe
of bad faith
–just right,

When you remind me,

“we
all
gotta die
of
something.”

I wonder,

Have you
ever heard of,

“Living
For something,”

instead?

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I am bird, these are my words.

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