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Scream 'Untitled'

from Demos 2016​-​2017 by Shit Whitman

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On the way to new amsterdam
Our bus stopped beside a bosk
An ice cream truck was parking
And I helped him but I was condemned
By an angry man who had
Tried his best to plant his van
Inside the empty space occupied
By one irreverent goon
“What the hell you tryna do?”
But I was too high to

Understand my impact on the whole ordeal
I just reacted like I was born an idle wheel

Between their cogs
Automobiles which stood still
Left in gear until I interfered

You played ‘old flowers’ at the parkway

Passing grass within the cloistered garbage-green
Psyching ourselves up for the show
We analyzed my dream

In which I perched atop the rampart
I could feel my heart canoe as
I lucidly viewed the two of you alone in a room in rendezvous
Amour perdu which I misconstrued

Off to the Met, I want subjective
Reality, can’t be rejected
If you control all of the narrative
Cos after all, it's all perspective

Look to the right, Pisca and pompey,
And to my left, emmett and ally
Packed to the brim, for the finale
It’s finally nigh: “Ibold and I”

But to my surprise (we didn’t even)
need/have to scream ‘untitled’ (they launched right into)
It to start the night off (the dancing)
Filled me with delight

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from Demos 2016​-​2017, released October 15, 2017

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