Roots

Every night I get drunk
My Dad said to me;
His words in my head,
As he became me.

Don’t take any drugs
Said the shamans in suits,
While injecting me
Daily, daily yes do;
Invidious, lividity,
Four fingers,
Three: count,
Then these two
With morphic roots,
And one, one,
It’s true.

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