Just

We’re just crackin

This is the iceberg

We’re melting

Inside a Brooklyn small town pizzeria

We’re fucking cooked

Like my mom’s accounts

We made it to the tip

And the religious scintillate and the crestfallen act nice.

But,

No more

No more bitterness

No more entendres

No more probes.

Just inquiry.

Just right.

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