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"Hit The Gas, Man"

My mind hits replay,
A tremble on the carousel, hold tighter (we're not really gonna fall,
Right?)
Hold steady on the thought. My mind hits replay,
All the things I did today,
The smashed window
Thoughts gone sideways.
(We're not really gonna fall
Right?)
I feel scraped knee,
Burnt carpet,
But it's burning house,
Grease fire,
As of the grass that used to be on the lawn.
I can't keep it together,
(they got stuck in the house fire)
And I can't blink, because it won't go away if i do.
(we're not really gonna fall,
Right?)

Superfluous,
One thing to the next,
Like stopmotion,
Claymation.
My face melts through it, like kaleidoscope
Acid trips
Thoughts before bed.
They're right there, juggernaut
Darth Vader Men
Without media literacy.
All covered in masks and blaming other people.
Calling anyone else an 'evil gang member'.
Has the irony ever been
Quieter
Louder?
It's loud, so horribly loud that nobody hears it. Everyone hears it.
People with phones like paparazzi
When you know they carry a gun.
A man dies,
It's a tragedy.
We don't talk about the ones that came before him.

Hurts,
Dull neck pain, stress on the wrong reading angle;
Hurts,
Like broken backs from faulty roller coasters,
But you don't look too hard.
(we're not gonna fall,
Right?)
(We always do. Shut your eyes, maybe it'll hurt less.)
(that's now how it works)
(I know.)

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