The door swings
its luck and electrum
there is no room at the inn
cancelled alcohol reminders
'he earns more money than the lot of
us all combined'! and I'm so glad
I'm not in school, boss!
on your friend ladder steps
its me gumption! its me galley braided
none-chops, I'm the version that you needle
bred with morning hands
in the red stay of light, you shielded and dug me
in hardener thank you I will work
in vine leaf image, perf naive the lot
and take the bullet in the heart
which could only be so voluntarily
debased to be left as voice memos
