FTP:
These things are a minute growth on my lip
that continue to grow each day
as i obsessively finesse them with my tongue
festering into an irritable wound that feels
like a fuckin' abusive marble in my
mouth obstructing my speech and concentration
with fury that incites a riot
of uncanny proportions
that erupt into eager spites of bliss fanatically cleansing
my pallet
all the while as i manage to maneuver
through detours of paper stacks that ecstatically scream my name in vain
commanding demand over my life
so i can earn a DEGREE.
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