Poetry · Writing

Last Show

Musics got me feeling so free

waving goodbye to yesterdays

beats.

Free keys and

free strings and

sing free.

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Poetry · Writing

Tradition

Wearing Black and Yellow

to all the games

that’s why we win, 

right? Head tilted to

the side

shunned from the light

one antenna down and one

up. That’s why we win, 

Right?

Everything on backwards, 

name breathing in the salty

fragrance of cheese and shit 

and never moving an inch, 

that’s why we win, 

Right?