Chaotic prose
Angry, chaotic, self
Bitter, bitter, bitter
Never enough to just be
Gotta
give
Give
Give
No matter how empty
Always a little more
More
More
Gotta see what's in store
Gotta
Run out of stock
And be angry at the
Replenish
Ran out of parts, ran out of pieces
The new ones aren't as good
It's okay no one
notices

















