Wild Card

Spoken Word

Friction; taste
Light it
Freebase had its moments
Turned-up blazer lapels
And colorful dyed ends on
Hair twenty years young
Synthesizers all tongue-kissed
The same, in their metallic way
Brought on predictable erections
That went and came just as
Quickly
Crowded bathrooms
Panoramic view of a future
You too could have once the keyboards
Electronic drum pattern
And drowned out groan of
Chemical release (imprisonment)
Kicked in
Then kicked you out
Back into the crowd
Where you were hooked
Partied
But never felt it

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