but i'm tied and carried,
feathers flustered,
ring on the wrong but right finger
for something i'm not even sure I understand fully
so go home to coffee, and an inside ashtray,
two kittens with pink and blue collars
a mess worth years and years of
I'll get it later,
too lazy to look into the future
the grime built up, dripping deposits of
cupons, bills and phonenumbers
I'm chipped down and over it
I need my own god damn life.
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