I been up in Brooklyn already
Y’all what sup, my hand’s unsteady
stand tall, shooken, and heady
disbelief in my mind, ignorance all the time
The foxes will be foxes
They are hungry and crafty
They just want to feed their babies
And their bellies
Agonized emoting,
left over Abercrombie & Fitch
Sullen, gothic and distorted; digital views
Twisted victims cycles twisting their victims
I wake up from a nap
Suspended between the trunks
Canopies of flowers and bees above
The sandy soil beneath
This natural world is in order