but cold.
My nose is leaking like something
from the ceiling.
I can feel the breeze from outside
inside this room. Windows
are locked tight.
"Fuck the police" is playing
and it's putting me in a pensive mood.
I want to call everyone in my address book
and make them listen to the first chorus
because that's all they could stomach.
"I don't understand this."
Then Eazy E will say,
"My identity by itself causes violence."
That makes perfect sense to me
since most of us are dangerous
after puberty.
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