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Mama said for safety we wander.
I remember different lands.
One where soldiers showed me
where all’s future war,
war signs tow and end,
where shined higher. That’s the word: knack.
In the lands we traveled
they give me ‘war knack,’
a dunk leer to target the target,
an inner spring sword motor.
One land I learned to track without phone.
Put a notch in a lion.
I learned serum full a fool that’s larger,
how to wield bladed
the proverb stick.
Higher’s abhorred words weirdly inured
me, save me from getting bashed, an “um”
so shimmer designed dense
could brain the louchest tête.
Another place the General show me
wires for leering, den rug nerve potions,
ant-ish spy gels, making the phones
workin the inner spring and valance sway.
And once I learned… woe the whir groom-white skinned
: Tell me about it, Trawler.
All this before they came to call me
Bone Breaking Lion Son of the Buffalo Cats on the Shoulder
I just a kid.