My mind‘s a cornucopia of dismounts.

There was a discount ticket, you missed out.

Through the thicket I wander as I ponder this route.

Keep calm and carry on.

No, keep calm and carry arms.

As another kid turns to carrion.

The birds swoop in with mics and cameras, no need to bury him.

Then I hear an arrogant Aryan airing it out.

Why teachers should be carrying techs instead of textbooks

—tell ‘em it’s a Texas instrument.

Don’t calculate it.

Just get acclimated.

Now get activated.

Yeah, the tactic dated,

but they back to bait it.

Think it’s whack, debate it.

Oh, did he shoot well?

Was he vaccinated?

I’m sending you, I’m sending you all my

my, my thoughts & prayers.

I’m sending you my, my everything,

my thoughts & prayers.

I want to show you my character with a couple of characters. I want to show you I care but there’s limitations and barriers. Sorry, I couldn’t make it to the burial.

Thoughts & prayers.

I thought of you today, but I didn’t actually pray. I haven’t prayed since God played hide and seek and no one found him.

Thoughts & prayers.

I care—I really do. I pray these words dilute your grief like water in whiskey. I pray that this prayer won’t dissipate like the others did.

Thoughts & thoughts & prayers.

They say grief is the bottomless pit, but your bones got to break on something. The pain needs a face, needs a name. I need to see it crawl out of your mouth and bask in the darkness.

Thoughts & prayers.

It’s nothing you can really prepare for

but let me just show you I care more than your cousin from Bellmore.

Thoughts & prayers?

Sending you my—sending you my everything,

my thoughts &

thoughts & prayers.