Paraiah

What would they say of me

Lately

Worse off than this

Anyhow

The sun's gone out

Taking tomorrow for myself

Unwilling to exist

Play part in this

Look me left and up

Here now

No less than prime

Soaked in paint

Dripping in what they say of me

Lately

Tired of waiting on

Pushing paper for honey

And maybe

The pavement will pull them under
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