The crick cracked
sidewalk leading to the giant
neon god of commercial
opportunity
It glares in heat
to cling
to streets of forbidden greatness
let out of the brain in garbled sounds of CHRISTmas
now led by the sled of the FAT man
Slurps of eggnog
left on the corners of lips
gathering to make
milk webs as they talk of schemes and dreams of weight loss
to get normal so get this shit right
fit into the ever changing puzzle made for all…hold
the tongue of the wrong one, with a bottle dressed in paper and a hand out.
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