Body, the body the body
Bodies flying. Bodies not flying.
Sacked bodies, grounded.
Life staved off.
I was sad, I was sad I seemed to
Have acquired a taste for hi-life.
Now I'm sort of played out
Castin' out the years
Scratchy acetate
Coming straight at you
Sadness, gummed up snake,
Heads down hill blocking.
Blocked, yet you are here.
No slippage, you and I.
Barely a flutter of it.
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