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Schizophrenic Graffiti

Date Written: October 6, 2017

Tins

Tins

Tins

Tins

Tins

Tins

The word rattles in my head till it drips on my fingers

I fucking hate paint on my fingers

Its cruel because

paint pretends to flow but dries like plastic 

You scrub and scrub and it just laughs at you

I want to laugh back at it and so I do

But now I’m considered mentally insane but the paint isn’t

Fucking plastic punk

PLASTIC PUNK!

Pushed up against a wall and pushed up against a wall

I listen for footsteps on glass

but the tins rattle and roll overwhelm suspense

Like church bells they cry

Tins, Tins, Tins

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