Frozen trees take their toll
and ravage the eyes that shut.
White tongues that explain garbage
are thrown onto the roof.

Give me my token, my statue
and burn ambitions with blue.
Crease the dollar with sand
and gentrify my desert.

Horrible, the sky rots brown,
taken in by fake iron maidens.
Flies that terrorize chessboards
reverberate in clean bathrooms.

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