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Trashed it all by throwing white-company towels all over The Cold Oxblood Floor

Fuck your
blank walls and clean floors
(with your piss all over the toilet seat)
Fuck your
Sweet Caroline’s and Eileen’s
Fuck your
extra bright light bulb by the excessively large, one toilet, bathroom
(men lurk around the corner with glass bottles, in the dark)
Fuck your
pointless struggle to survive
when,
your name is seared on everything
when,
your face makes everything better
when,
your attention is a blessing
                              (in disguise)

But, we all matter.
we all struggle to fulfill our dreams
we all are men and women
made equally
under god.
Survival is a privilege
blessed upon the most fittest beings…



…Who happen to own
season tickets

to the front row.
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