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BP Fallen
Poems
Dec 2019
Taco Bell #1174
A perfect partition of Gabriel's direction
I push this broom to and fro
Embarrassed no more
I wipe your countertops and collect your trash. As we nod our pleasantries
I needing you more than this wage
I give thanks for the bus pass my po provided and this can of shaving cream from the dollar store.
I gotta room; its $80 a week
A place to lay my head
Like Red from Shawshank
On my way to Andy you see.
Written by
BP Fallen
M/Oregon
(M/Oregon)
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