When for free I drink this portion
Having to give nothing back
Nothing that isn’t the result itself
Of what you do by just being, laugh
I stand like non-paying audience
Uncontrolledly contract my muscles
Releasing that deep pain pressure
Abstract and suffocating tension
Which a thousand phony interactions
Staged in that stages, where I stand
Prostituting my art among snakes
To feed the bottomless pit of my ego
Almost never decently cause me to
Ya, it was in that showery afternoons
Taken by self-perception hangovers
At times embarrassedly confused
By the distance of those oceans
And frustrated by the velocity which
Pushes me to where I need to be
That I creepily received free hugs
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