Stats are booming- treaties, toilets, bellies and rooming. Bubbling pipes break and splinter entrenched fellows, dugouts and drops. Running taps. Evil explosions that make your glands ache. Ebbing pain flaunts it’s way across your face, turning your teeth, grinding and hollowing. Dried bones of my humanity scatter along the old highway routes. My dollars are worth so much.

Your time and energy is robbed by my priori. Second class. Toilets smelling of polished brass. Brash attempts to flatten nature. Gurgling harrowing screams that hollow me out. Pipes and all.

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