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living
it out
and take
the long ride
around the mind
over and over again
until you finally
get back on God's time

you who sit back
and drink
your stiff
martinis in
the quicksand glass
stop making
assumptions
about the lot
i'm living in
it's full of
your sand

let the people be
let them
have their meds
and go on
life is hard
don't stink it
up even further
with your self-righteous
judgements
of those of us
who have done
too many tour de forces
in this
fictitious
lack of frutious
tree of life

it's been dead
we're just
pruning it
for the final pick