back in the dirt world
back here in the world of dirt
where piles of sand fill the halls
crumpled receipts create the tumbleweeds ghost
dead flesh and dust clog up my throat
and its all just repeating again
same movie different set.
cant escape the mind rape.
will this tide ever subside
and let me free?
free of this sick sea
filled with human debris.
no mater how much i clean,
it always comes back,
wasting my hours
and charging me tax.
clothes with spots of juice,
cat hair
and cooking food oil.
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