Analogistan

You can stay out
He tells the cigarettes
You come with me
He tells the coffee

When he hits the edge
And can no longer balance
The composition book
On his knee

Heading out or in in
Search of a suitable
Surface to lie or lay
His book and his pen

Analogistan by Franklyn Monk
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Well, I mighta been lowdown, despicable, and dirty, but I ain’t never rolled coal, no, not on nobody.

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Snap Out of It

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