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droppin bombs

Posted to Action Poetry

chase down pigeons on stoops of old suicides, didn't jump and they still sit there on building laughing at me with their little meth twitching heads, i flip em off from my ground view and watch the sky for anything falling, see they can't talk and don't waste time with those word wars they have other methods to retaliate
pass by bars of my old thrown out ofs onto street with face cushion, not mad anymore, still see all there bobbing heads, sleep praying to darkness, no light on inside when i finally get a sunny day, i'm not mad anymore, but still paranoid of those pigeons, droppin bombs baby, droppin bombs