True Colors

Tell me how you do it
How you just don’t give a fuck
How you ride or die your life on luck
In your flavor
After you blow through someone else’s vibe like a discarded party favor
Is it simple?
Is it easy?
Peachy keen or Lemon squeezey
As you rip the pit
From flesh so tight
And pop the seeds like tired eyes
From sockets
Like a can from a six pack ring
As we die of thirst from fake truths
In a dream on a mid summers night
I’ll beg to differ
Ive seen the uninterrupted vibrations
Weak in structure but saturated in temptations
Leaving your carcasses
On the side reciprocating tiny motivations
Your feelings freshly fine toothed betrayals
That surround me suffocating in denials.


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