39

Number 39 of The Knockout

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Funny I start this way
In addressing the multitude of selves
Not necessarily my own
To whom it may concern
The phrase of the agitator alone
What a difference a night makes
My spirits are brightened from the grim
Himself rusted
It seems mechanical zeal
The work
Force times distance
Power equals work times time
Agitprop in particular
This place feels as comfortable
It is cheap and I don’t have a lot of money
But momma I am priceless
I like the sound of that
Better yet gunfire
Guilty pleasure and conscience
Thinks that karma will get back to you in December
This winter was hellish objectively
Sleeping on the streets sounds like the only recipe
Ghoulish pride
The spirit of the underground
Not from here
Keep it moving
The recepie
Oven fresh pastries
Hot potato breakfast
Belly rumbles the sound of starvation
Salvation army donation box
Where are you going to sleep tonight Eddie?
Nirvana
Don’t know I care
A rare thing in this day and age
Just as cool as the gander
Batman and Superman
A Thing with a Heart
God have mercy on my hero
A man of means might know better
Sympathizing
No devil tugs at my strings only love and regret
I have never forgotten this bliss is ignorance
I was born to be a survivor
Bad timing
Tell me it will be alright
Lyres in this life
It’s the big one
But that has been said before