You're one of those fucked up liberals
that expect the essence to measure the distance
& the distance to demonstrate authority.
Fuck your authority and it's tightly clad thighs,
reaping soft and sensual feathers out of my eyes -
Truth is dented, when you see the world as slanted,
it's creased and torn in all the same places,
don't you feel like you've been here before?
The chaos is exciting--another car crash in California,
some crazed drive high on the seeds of the soil,
not caring where the speed bump started, nor were it ended.
Crash.
Down the road we go, spiraling out of control,
it's not the right time to give up on your hopes,
it's not how you have to be, nobody said 'cope'.
Now the words I speak are like a swollen throat,
just forced and fractured, fucked and furious.
But I'm once voice against a heavy encore.
Honorable mention
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