Zywa
Rebel
He's doing the things
that stick in our mouths
He throws away the trash
which isn't his, because
the permits are no good
and he is not afraid
for the police, not afraid
for shambles, hospital
and scars, not afraid
to feel the depth
of a fall and then
sparking from short circuits
his head blowing
to pieces in milliseconds
and that's it
The permits are no good
and he's doing the things
that stick in our mouths
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