CYCLES // SEASONS ; (POEM)

 addictions
 habits
 (faults)

Beating that same
Dead dog
And it’s now just a 
Pitiful corpse
Laying there
Road-kill style

Killing one bird 
With two stones
And still leaving enough life
To see his wings flap f  	l	ap

 F	 l 	a  	 	 	p; 

Im drunk again

The twitching corpse gains momentum