Peas.

Two peas in a pod
My heart and head were
Then one broke in pieces
And the other was shorn

No time to mourn!
No time for peace lost
Had to find the pieces
Under tons of shit and smelly ghetto pisses

One split in two like fingers in a peace sign
One shattered; many a piece left to find
Scoured left and right, low ridge and high
Nothing but vultures squawking nigh.

‘Vultures squawking nigh’?!
That’s because they’re high!
Full off pieces of my ____ they picked clean
Now that’s gone. No more peace in my pod.

Peas.

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