Hey, it’s me.
I’m calling so late.
I think,
parts.
I guess,
i’ll just keep an eye.
And
But
I can’t remember what happens when your Daddy to do.
Gimme moves.
I think it’s better ad.
Well, stupid,
and okay.
Hope you’re doing.
I’ll grab a Mike
that next recall right.
Talk to you?
Bye bye.
How sad is it that I’ve never been able to write poetry, but given just one day, Google Voice comes up with the strangest straight-from-a-zine authentic shit? Damn it. Technology is totally building a better human. That shit had soul.
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