03. s w e a t.
Just pretend
It's imminent;
My relapse,
As a drug I take it in in increments
Collapse;
My photographic image memory
Serves me perfectly
A classical caricature
And still I'm sure it's supposed to hurt
(Still I'm sure it's supposed to hurt)
I'm here in present tense
An artifact and image
Inside all the builds and relics
Mr. Tim is here
When Mr, Night Guy gets too perfect
Ties it on a bit for treasure chests
And pleasure's never where the head will reac, dear
Here hearts
Silk eyes
Don't trust
Tame scarves
Legwarmers
Silk ties
Autographs
Silk ties
Autographs
Silk ties
Autographs
Silk ties
Autographs
Wedding bells
And autocrats
Grandfather clock and pendulum
And scarcities and garish art,
And murderers upon the dusk
The carriage sure to'ave spoken
Crypt sinking,
There faultlines, now quaking
My hind legs are to shore
And still my forelegs tip.
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Disclaimer: This document is a work of creative non-fiction and political satire. While inspired by the author's lived experiences with systemic oppression, housing displacement, and surveillance, the narrative employs stylized fragmentation, stream-of-consciousness, and metaphor to dramatize the psychological impact of these events.