Blue, black, and red
words prance through my head
like angels dancing on a pin
my thoughts remain unsaid

One way
Road under construction
welcome to the land of dysfunction
there’s always junk, but not disjunction

Hunger roams like despair
the scent of rotting flesh fills the air
are we in, or are we out
once I knew, but now I doubt

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