who bends for common goals
sweeping the pavement with feet
finding a phone number disconnected
between one word and an erect posture
if individuality has a resting place
Unkal Bean sings of his shoes
walking a thousand plateaus
handed down by paper
my waist going around observing talent
with no assurance the bills will pay
for tomorrow
this beat has it's own theory
redundancy
moving in reel social scenes
by ear and tongue
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