#76

Even

Green, Even, Zero
The bet has split my life in two
A ventilator gasping before the end
I bow to the three deities held in my hand
To the one who brewed my umbilical stew in the kitchen

Something inside of me begins to crumble
As four scissors are born into this world
A stump behind the scenes, spilled upon my loin
I cry out for the young ones

Whether it be red or black
Green can emerge through all the centuries
I may not enjoy what you might do
Consuming less carbohydrate for the sake of the future

I grew in the basement
A single, fleeting moment of life
A historical, true, and genuine somebody

My backbone cannot stand alone
We placed two legs and a legitimate core beside the syntax
I hated myself before I carved myself into being
Just another excuse for everybody
It matters not whether it is accepted or refused

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