…Small talk (I) One soul I cherish…

Fifteen thousand fight beneath the banner
Not to excite, just because they’re free

One soul buys spray-paint in bulk
Not to ignite, they were buy one get one free

In truth, I envy you your youth
In tandem, I cherish your cessation

I see your ashtray, and raise you a table
Broken economy of a patchwork nation

Fifteen thousand sweat beneath the banner
Not to excite, just because they’re free

And if this poem had one more line
This is where it would be


 

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