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“Dog Food”

 “Dog Food”


The answer to everything is to treat it all as a game.

My life in the glass, we never got the chance to dance like ants in the rain.

This journey can be depressing but I promise we’re gonna live so sweet, sweet sugar cane.

It’s all my fault you never called me yet still I came,

I couldn’t let you pass me without knowing your name.

How could I let the evening die without my tongue stroking your mane?


Everything that’s important in life is all that we have left.

As long as you’re still breathing then you’re all I have left.

It must be your energy; please save a flask for me or at least open your strawberry jam jar, let me have a long sniff.

It’s slow right now but once I’m done with the collection you can bet it’ll pick up, I’m driving towards a cliff.

A true disciple of god, you won’t even give me a nod, whose clit should I suck to get this damn job, should I just chill or should I rob or should I be listening to Travis Scott or Bob, any indication will do just don’t be such a fucking snob.


You won’t let me know the rules unless I ask, live in a glass house but I’m painting on the glass.

Lurking around with my forth eye like snakes in your grass.

Can’t bury you deep enough staying safe in the past.

I highly doubt any of this will last, but he without sin just go ahead and cast.

The first better blind my eyes.

My only wish before I die is that my neighbors bitch can eat me alive. 

I want you to feel something for me for once, I hope when you hear about my death you find a corner to cry. 


Dead End. 



From: ryzoncity 

By: imuzi ironizah Thompson 

Written: November 30, 2021



“There’s always more… Eccentric Artistry.” —imuzi ryzoncity Thompson © 2021

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