Buddy didn’t know.
How could the bastard know?
He never thought they’d show
His record.
His neck hurt.
Not from that physical pain,
That visit-cal.
Mystic-al.
Dammit-all!
Is anyone here even listening?!
But, it’s another day and
The Same Old Way
Comes back and
It comes back to ride you.
For another day
And in some weird way.
It’s riding
Colliding you
Into
The ground that you are.
You go so far
By remembering
The tethering
To survive, we must cut.
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