I had it all lined up like dominoes,
rows upon rows, all ready to go,
spring boards for propulsion,
fingertip destruction,
I felt like Hillary Clinton.
I was to move from one point to the next
to the next to the next to the next
I fell asleep with a map of plans,
playing out perfect,
clicking onto each other,
knocking their next best down,
I woke up with a mouth full of vomit,
that is how it goes.
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These are, for the most part, poems.
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