Laughing with a surgical grin,
wrinkles cracking the paint on my skin
If I had something to say I'd a said it
If I had a still-life instant I'd forget it
Like a graceful train wrecking,
it's a beautiful accident just waiting to happen.
I can't call for action or cuts
it's too much
I call my hands to the crutch,
I've got a motion in flux
I've got time
but I don't have no money or potency
MM 2000
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