Don’t
forget I got your back how you got my back when you got nothing to get my back
with OK so I got your front the better half the one you keep up as if I didn’t
guess sooner or later you would take off down the street in the middle of the
conversation to inhale one or two leaving me to face the inescapably
competitive nature of poetry alone which I loathe and understand whence the prizes
like Justin Bieber asking to have his craft taken seriously thus bringing to
that word a whole new focus ‘I am not a gimmick’ which reminded me of ‘I am not
a crook’ except now the Watergate Hotel is the whole heart of America a heart
which has always believed it’s being seriously burgled when it goes along with
things
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