Rehashed


Corned beef re-hashed
Eggs cloudy side up
Half-wheat bread, whole-fruit spread
This meal’s on me

I’ll give you the high-up
Empty you out
Tell you what you
Don’t want to see

I’ll shout bitter somethings
Into your ears
Turn that smile right-side down
Into a frown

Make a nonbeliever
Out of you
I’ll be sucking wind
As I drown

We DO have all day
And the impatience of a demon
To meekly stumble
Where most have gone before

Chastity, truth, and phonographs
I’ve put my best foot backward
Slinked down the ladder of failure
And sunk beneath the floor

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