this or that

Me feed in
tap the TV veign
main way to say
that I’s attack
and its true Me is a fucker
its you, I am a sucker

why does the moon choose to shine on Me?
why does Me feed into That?
why does That bother I so much?

and I is.

Me candy myself flat, into dreams
of agitated alligator boots
and fifteen hundred dollar Zegna suits

Me wanna be rich
Me wanna be a bitch

at the same time
I loves devine
and feeds into that social
lunchbox/vodka-rocks/new-socks mentality

I play with Me on That issue
always knowing and conveniently forgetting
That I, remembered to forget, to know

This, is gonna get I there,
and That’s, getting Me nowhere.

I crack under pressure
and tell little lies
remote controlling you
with That controlling Me vibe

forgetting to remember That Me
knew all the time...

I Shine...

Me feed into That
the TV main veign

Me turn it on
Me turn it off

I, can control, It

Yeah, I’m a fan of It.
I’ll take a can of It.
Instead Me eyes be lamenent.

staring, not sharing,
but baring down upon the set
most likely frown, I should-be jet

so Me put That away.
I, look to This...




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