from a silk tie 
hemp rope
nylon cord 
what the fuck ever.
Never was a boy scout
quit at Cubs 
but I taught myself to tie a noose
so I could do it right 
when I need to.
No lynching,
love my melanistic folk
unless I'm driving 
or waiting tables 
regardless
not klanning.
If I were to hang
I'd wear boots 
so as to catch all the piss
Id wear a turtle neck
to prevent the Claret from staining the wood.
Easy clean up 
I know how put upon you feel domestically
But god damn it, you'd find me.
Purple of face
tongue swollen
lolling
You'd find me.
Then you might have a real reason to hate me.
I'd be beyond caring
The dream had ceased
died or so I thought
Fantasy end
I'm back baybay
Forget the woods and forget waiting
it'snot about y'all
What holds me back now
is kids that will never be mine
because of some massengill motherfucker't and easy abortions
Babies for him, never for me.
Can't understate that
not ever.
Never mine
Nevermind.
I didn't do it
 
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