Black without scale
Words without fail
A jungle gym stands unused, overgrown with weeds
Tone deaf for the summer
Living up to the maxim "other people are a bummer"
Warm evenings when the only ones who answer you back are crickets
I don't want to belong to anything or anyone
Stop disjointed crawlings with a self-governing authority
Slow loris of a teenage proletariat
Credit too freely extended to a pus filled majority with canker minds
I don't want to belong to anything or anyone
Having too much fun to ask any questions
Shaking a leg at the local public setting
Buying a ticket for one at a cinema matinee
Forgive the acquaintance of discord
Who penetrates users from the inside with false humility and by holding your tongue
Instead, get what mirrors the confidence of singularity
And brings you to a locale where you don't need a companion
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