My Maneuvers

The way her tongue licks the air

Makes me feel profane

Massaging the atmosphere with vibrations

Violations that hit my ear

Makes my mind cease and wait

A toll booth

When I'm thinking too fast

Forever leaves me searching

For the correct combination of change

I can't change, I have to get it

Drive, over


Into the ground

Out of the sight of society

Until my manuscript is the only strip

Man will see

When did it all stop being about her

And start being about me

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