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Sometimes I’d like to give trouble a taste of its own medicine

I’d take a knife to that fight, a taser, a gun,

and even then it’d still probably win

it seems

Indiana Jones couldn’t even kick trouble in the shin

and its a sin

how many times we’ve mastered our fantasies but

felled them on a sword in execution

There’s a tremble, it’s terrible and shakes the foundations of your soul

making you drink in alleys sometimes

other times clinging for life on a stripper pole

But we’ve all got to pay for college some way

and it can’t all be on a silver platter

because if you get a taste for it

whole other problems arise

to become the matter

At hand, we’ve got ten digits used mostly to turn off the lights

left on too long by people who needed comfort in these dim

nights, a blue sky and sunny day can never come fast enough

when the measure of a man is shallow, what people do next

to him’s going to feel rough

and

even though we’re not all on the suit and tie high

we’ve got dignity worth preservation

outside of the box, because inside is where we shit the most

We’re viruses with shoes and these bodies are the host

Trembling, manufacturing goals and taking different bribes

off different doles

accruing rolex watches or rolls of fat and in seconds flat it’s decided

what we’ve dreamt up

is ultimately derided,

by others if it succeeds

and if you fail by

yourself, when it bleeds.