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If you were trying to read my work as some great metaphor, I apologize
for I was just writing what was on my screen, in my head,
and what I was listening to through cheap headphones.

Cryptic statements seem to be the deepest of human conviction, meaning,
though they mean nothing; non-sense stringed together, barely functioning,
a mediocre song playing through cheap headphones.

I apologize again, for the lack of explanation,
I only meant to spark your imagination.
I would send you a pad and a pen,
but I assume the cost of shipping is far more than the cost of five minutes of your internet.

(the letters with different meaning:
long term care hospital)

An image dancing to the music,
thrusting up and falling down
(your ears and eyes work together):
a geyser.

(a poem to help with assisted living)

A drunkard dancing to the music,
standing up and falling down
(your wallet is in his hands):
a guiser.
Lord Gold feeds from your orifices and he wants to see you sweat.
Lord Gold probes you publicly and makes your pussy wet.
Now say his name.....