I love the idea of life, but
Buying scratch-offs and losing them with the change made from the broken twenty that bought the scratch-off are some of the things people do every day,
Some people do, some days,
Preserve the time in tile floors
Who will flatten our world?
Who will jump into the sky and render us a moving picture?
We did it to Lucy, and Al Roker,
What can you do.
Are you a communist too?
There's a fireside chat inside my melting head,
I and I and I sit around after dinner,
Mute to the control booth,
Picking up the signals,
Scratching off tickets with our teeth in this anarchist state
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