No. 1

These are the days

I hold onto them

with my vestigial limbs

Breakaways

Complex names

I can’t remember a face

Natural disaster

the ceiling needs plaster

He says the whole roofs be ripped away

Who are you

With the sickly hue

And smell of rot and mange

You gotta give it him

Even on a limb

He deserves applause and praise

Please back away

I can not stay

I have to number my days

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