Top Shelf Poison

It’s a sideways spin-out
A top shelf sip of poison
An overground switch
Too many for counting
The poets are dropping
Losing races by hundreds
Disqualified the judges
Hunting for adjustment
Confused by hunches
Interruption of thought
Corrupting my body
Twisting the stitches
Spared the cruelty
Clipped the happiness
Sharpened all the notes
All for a quick taste
A slight sense to feel

With

Not one second to heal

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