calling
sun is there to light me
melody of air and smoke
in and out my lungs
the pills tried
and failed to make me fit
for eight hours of behaving
no longer twist my mind up
into the hand that carries your platters
or edit these words
into the ones that excuse you
instead it and they
will be my livelihood
come what may
destitution a privilege
for those who earn it
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