it's fucking sad
you prefer to hide
and skim their work
through clearance eyes
faking rags just for kicks
you're a bad habit
collecting ginsberg's spit
from skid row
to silver spoons
that desire for dim bulbs
in seedy rooms
it's not real art
they can't be starved
reduced to waste
void of heart
no one gives a shit
who your heroes are
flush the rats
wash the earth
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