No matter what I do
you know I'm crazy about
my heathens
Wetting the cotton plant cunt blanket
I feel it in my crotch that shit matters
combing through wants and needs
wrapped up in economic magic
doing the work
on the way happily nowhere
They assumed we ask
How do I do my walk?
Between our posture and our ideas is something alive and rotten
I love when he struts
But have you ever?
Do you even?