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GIMME

world’s
falling apart

little children
getting blown
to
smithereens

so gimme that
sweet false consciousness
that would come
with a
SuperBowl victory

don’t let Mahomes
spoil everything
with
an insane overtime
charge

this after Kyle left
his best laid plans
in a briefcase
in the
locker room

this is not
the script I want,
I need

so write me a new one
bring me that
thick syrupy delusion
that a Niners’
Vegas victory
would bring

the world falling apart
bits
of little
children

how come I always get
caught this way

how come
I’m not
so smart