Monday

 cus every monkey should know to stay in their fucking tree.

the unknown solider knocks on my door while i'm cooking breakfast
the children stare at the black hole.
nothing will happen now it cant happen now
as the day grows old so does the man
drums beat as loud as alarms and
cigarettes jump off of bridges.
don't leave me in the dark.
i'm afraid of fish.

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