if your livelihood is crushing wall
every weekend in front of crowd
too drunk to recognize numbers
your sponsor would be popular
people would make bets when
when you will do it and what turn
you're avoiding hitting somebody
in the process they run over you
but most of us can't see coming
we just know who crush & how
hope that cocoon is keeping you
safe from bruises except your ego
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