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The Burn Rate

Tax combustion flavor surge in big Egypt
you live the life
and pay the price

A clear stream of pure water
runs down hill
men fire at trees

The natives are fucking restless
in Aptos
and other intermediate burbs

Why should I invest
in this poem
when others consume fewer endorphins

It uses itself up
gently down the stream

And out
into Guanabara Bay