Can't move with
all the energy
Pouring out of
Memories
Sit and rot
with too much
junk food
in front of me
A little more dumb
A little more numb
A little more thick
Sidewalks patrolled
by men who
don't have guns,
yet remain unpeaceful
A delivery man
asked my name
then I hesitated
Ran to lock the door
slid down the wall
and impatientally waited
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