Maybe you were
expecting poetry?
Well, I can’t
make any promises
won’t make any
gonna shoot from
the hip
try to throw out
a few jewels
but I ain’t
gonna compromise
ain’t gonna pretend
and not be
what I not be
my favorite word
is serendipity
but I can’t
find any
no matter where I look
so I go on
without a pretense
and a delusion
and it doesn’t mean
a fucking thing
if I can’t get it down
and make you understand
exactly what I mean
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