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Short Dinner: Attention and Grace
Shut up just eat, get my dinner plate.
What I want, not need, well there’s give and take.
I give my faith, I take my chance.
I take a bite, I give my thanks.
I do a dance, I show you grace, if I can.
There’s what I can, and what I’d like.
For what I’d like I’ll roll the dice.
I can’t wait, or I’ll think twice
And then I won’t.
Finish dinner. Finish drinks, I brought the smokes and so I stink.
I’ll take care of this. dishes in the sink.
Shit I’ll clean em.
I’m not nice, I’m just decent.
I’m not mad, just a genius.
Wash up, that ego’s shit and it makes me nuts.
But at least I get shit done,
Im not nonplussed.
Plug my arteries, I’ll bleed dust, in that I trust lest I rush and what’s done unto me
aint just.
Taking huffs of these drugs till my love is enough for me—
Shit, I quit thinking, hit the tv
Turn it on.
Focus quick, focus on.
Turn it on.
Demon’s are egos spawn.
Turn it on.
Pay attention, to the screen and what they mention.
Thanks for dinner, now it’s ended.
Turn it on.
Focus quick, focus on.
Turn it on.
Demon’s are egos spawn.
Turn it on.
Pay attention, to the screen and what they mention.
Thanks for dinner, now it’s ended.
Now it’s ended, I feel centered.
One point to look at.
It’s so simple,
Like a laundromat,
We spin in cycles.
Keep your eyes on the screen.
Then look at this look at that look at me.
Where does your attention be?
Where does it lay?
Can you go slow?
It’s what I chose.
Or need it fast and bad. need like the garden of eden, meaning safe for the
season.
Beyond gods agreements.
TV loud now, I’m glad we ain’t speaking.
I love silence.
Shows up in every space,
Im working tireless.
Hold with attention and grace. (Tension)
Turn it on.
Focus quick, focus on.
Turn it on.
Demon’s are egos spawn.
Turn it on.
Pay attention, to the screen and what they mention.
Thanks for dinner, now it’s ended.
Am I destined for this stupid shit?
The stuff — I watch— ain’t how it is.
All this fake— called non fic.
Oh bro, great! It’s ok cuz you said thanks!
Hang my dick,
Slap your face.
What you say?
It taste great!
Well that’s great!
Happy to help, meanwhile, you make this my hell.
On that I dare not to dwell as the truth has befell me and I should move on.
Why would a king talk to a pawn?
Not like in status, just what are you on?
What channel we on?
You are Fox News, I am c-span.
I prefer boring than just being wrong.
You boil down hatred and sing it for far too long to forgive.
I can’t turn off the tv, we finished our din.
I bussed all the plates.
We got like nothing to do.
Usually that would be great.
But you have spoiled the mood.
So fuck the tv.
You making me turn it off.
Now you have to deal with me
Turned it off.
Focus slow, focus dropped.
Turned it off.
Demon’s are egos spawn.
Turned it off.
Pay attention, to the screen and what they mention.
Thanks for dinner, now it’s ended.
Turned it off.
Focus slow, focus dropped.
Turned it off.
Demon’s are egos spawn.
Turned it off.
Pay attention, to the screen and what they mention.
Thanks for dinner, now it’s ended.
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