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A love seat on the kitchen island
uniting the fine butchery for debauchery
a soul-strap in the kingdom of misery and hunger.

Ride ever-slowly, love!
Let’s  mock the starved
and crush beneath us-
the old revolutionary soul of this city

Take every beggar, all the writers
and take what has nowhere else to go
take the couch
take the man back
take all that’s wasted

Don’t just sit there in your cute pinafore
dipping yourself in your little saucer of milk
take what still can be taken
take back what you gave

It’s old and crumbling
swallow it, spit it out-
make new.

What you will take, I will take too.
a love seat on our kitchen island.

 Yours- give or take
Dirty yellow teeth and an unhinged smirk

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