they’re in my dell.

by veepho

It’s like I’m running off of nothing,
while holding on to everything.

In between the broadest of issues,
in a narrow path sans-tissues.
Starting to numb out a one-person dialogue
of what-if’s and wish-yous.

Upgrade and degrade then re-grade your miss-yous.
Find a standard tag in single-person sit-chus.
Locate the dead-beat filled with lies and unkept promises
Release the toxic bodies, is that we-choose?



herman and nelly are in my dell.