Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.

Monday, February 4, 2013

a new kind of old

oblong horror
forced jobs on the poorer

ranking our misery
and banking so pitifully

a trip to nevada
these lips receive nada

surfing fiber optic waves
in the most illogic of days

putting on masks
and rooting with flasks

a bad day to be ill
a sad way to be still

young hearts and their pride
it all starts from inside

a new kind of old
that a dude kind of sold

there's ginger, there's kale
opinions so stale

a lost kid once said
his bosses were dead
so lost in his head
he thought up this thread

hella whimsical

shelter's critical
belts constrict the flow

snow melts so typical

like a grimey bass track
i'm slimey, take that

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