Always playing the devil’s advocate.

yeah ours was a mutual breakup

Countless beers and cigarettes, one Top Secret clearance.

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blacklisted newspapers were our scene

blue balled until wearing camo green

orange man would wrassle with our dream

while we learned from our mulatto queen
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I…don’t think that term’s used much anymore

She loved that word, we said it all the time.

It’s ok if you own it

I think. I call myself a mutt.

Who gets the right to tell us how we can define ourselves?

When does the outrage of others override the sincere creation of our own identity?

Can honesty be insulting?