Poetry · Writing

The Mute Button

Ever over reach

have ya hand cut by a freak

dig you a ditch and leave ya with a gun barrel.

I’m just kiddin’

had a blackout and was wonderin’

what it would be like

if you were blacked out-

Silence

catch a movie let it be golden

and I will be foldin’

my spare time up and save it for later

your chatter will fuck it up.

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