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my distillery-a poem about my BP journey
I was a distillery once
Extracting aesthetics and experiences
Some who tasted thought the distillates were sweet
So distinct
And some thought it was too inflammable
But for me it grew toxic
And I abandoned my spirits for another place
Where am I now
What do I do
I am no longer a distillery
The grounds were sold to a different owner
And he tore down my distillery
Pays me in cartridges every month
Besides those I am on a raw diet
I love the wholesome taste of fibrous thoughts
They take their time to pass through
And leach out some of my heat
Someday I will find an engine to plug in to
That produces for people besides me
Till then I must decide
How will I remember my distillery
