The Parties Blast Each Other God Damnit

for 4 weeks me and the Lucy’s
had a contentious relationship

arguing over the minor critical details
of job growth vs flower growth

my emotions were like sacred ground
of which tomahawk throwing Indians screamed

but the Lucy’s, violent with their
limited foresight, swore swore swore

the rain storm came just when
we needed, cause the throwdown was on

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