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Small Pox in Ibiza

I’m singing through
the auto-tune.

I’m crying through
the auto-tune.

The auto-tune is strong.
My eating game is long.

When the Canada Goose
jacket got the job

over me, I knew
we were in a new-old era,

the tallest
poured concrete column

in the world poured
out of a water hole

in the Caucasian sky.
Do you just believe in

nothing or do you grab
the gun and pray,

was the final menu
item that caught my eye.

I’m axing it
a strong question.

I’m waiting
for the start of Big Gulp

Season. I am
a strong question.