Complaint #5, OR, & Now uYOU mean ''I''hav to ''manage''

My emotions?? Hav “Monday Meatings ‘ among thiselves?
Ourselves? Yourselves , 2oo , slipping cracks between thot
and feel & me & who , else too ? This is a work song thus
filled with glitter & protocol. Rosebread. Every Sunday
bedding the begging sense of dread. I wouldn't have to get
away with anything if it weren’t for your latch key kids !
Greed isn’t good, even, for Gucci . Gaga for nada.

I am no one’s little monster. I have gone unprecious, finally,
in poetry. Can you believe it? Poetry! It has pavements , which
I pound , and free booze , which i downe , & don’t it feel like
anything but pleasure in the face of mass treasure.

No peep! No sugar! Secret mouth for true gifts of Christian
Capitalism like how 1 time I got brutally cured & now
now it is widely known that of course it is the 1st generation
antipsychotics who outfed fear but the drugs, & killings—