 
Two-dollar wine glasses
How? Â “big-nigger pretend ignorance”
Ready to charge the velvet rope dream
I’m old
I’m sick
I’m tired
I’m so afraid
So fucking afraid of you
Now I’ll collapse
As if I were a warrior
With his shield defiantly raised
Every sane soldier retreated into  the woods
He said, “I am a tree”
He said, “No axe can cut me apart.”
So far, this might be true
Might be
Maybe
Yes
We’ll wait this one out
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