A Pull (day 290)

I can feel a pull
From control and class
To the kind of
Un-adulterated
Sheets to the wind
Pants around your ankles
Kind of shift

This is the kind that gets you in trouble
The kind that wakes up with a massive fucking hangover

I’m prepared though
I’ve done this before
I’ve held onto the guard rail
And eased my feet into those shoes

It’s a long walk home from the streets of destruction

Wear a coat

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