There is a cannon ball
Smoking in my living room
Where you laid siege
To my suburban battle zone
My calves are tensed
To the point of breaking
The back of my knee
Is burning
Like someone shook up my coke
Bottle with some mentos
My skin is crawling
And itching like
An addict in withdrawal
But I scratch until I bleed
And I feel nothing
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