Nat Z. Punx Poems

this would be a good poem if my eyes would focus
may we all hang on the the mossy ball
as long as our grips will hold
i wish you luck
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pain has been hitting heavy for two days
rude knife stabs
all light and life
twisted out of me
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who gives a damn that we won't have flying cars
in 2030
we will have fuckable robots
i'll be 66
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the war on drugs
the war for correctness
the war on terror
fought with the weapons of
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when radio became widespread
and a popular song would come along
sometimes instead of blatantly copying the style
they would blantanly copy the song
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seems like this is somewhat indulgent
i'm very unsure what it all means
so of course
i continue
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when the days of your promise
become your unclaimed bounty
you might feel
some sort of loss
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i kinda dig this global warming thing
today i rode an evo 883
sweet lil custom
all biz flat bars, forwards
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i'm looking out the window
from the sky of some unknown hotel
looking down on a city unnamed
though i feel i know it well
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willingness to do this takes a more than a bit of hubris
like my crazy visions
deserve your attention
you probably think you are wasting enough time
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