you didn’t join anything sat there
on your arse busy twiddling fingers
on the worldwide bourse of emotional
intercourse never closed ratchets
up the ante all eating power like
the old arcade games galaxy invader I’m ms pac man
the inside of my head lined with bitcoin
with lithium with tin foil scrunching
up my eyes to sleep munching seasons
in evenings I want to see the children
write in pencil on the wall
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