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Busy times! I know I've said that like a million times.
Some days I feel like I do nill still steal a million rhymes.
From my mind! From wherever it does fetch these things! Sketchy thing,
Your mind is. Vexing still what a nexus it is in.

Citizen Cane when I'm old and gray, hold that day!
Hold that thought! For today I'm going over top!
Like a Black Op! Like Soulja Boy! Solder not!
Me inside my box! I got bars enough to know I'm locked!

On! In Bro just short of Stockholm!
Short-wielding in winter! You can't tame my fire!
Wanna breed some excellence; be one I admire!
Climb climb climb rise higher higher higher!

Rice crackers! They're like a drug, get that backwards!
Peddle through the backwoods! Rebel like I'm Action Bronson!
Could've taken a trip to North Wisconsin, but why would I?
Cause I like to travel and I'm a wood guy?

But not amidst these covid times, I'm sitting in!
Sipping on water instead of gin! Like I'm coked up: doing lines!
To the end of time I'll be doing fine! Long as I get out
In the wild like a human pine!

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1.4 microsieverts? Or millisieverts?
It can't be sieverts, can it? I'm just observing...
While they walk through these grounds like they're surfing.
The trees seem OK though, Red Forest green and verdant.

They say there's animal life but I can't see none.
The cloudscape gray suitable for some kind of demons.
The trees in Pripyet seem sort of withered and waned...
Like they grew up too fast, by the nuke blast, in pain.

You see the reactor, towering in the distance.
Buildings flake away while mother nature stakes her existence.
They walk around a ghost town with intermissions.
Tourists come a walking, like it's some exhibition!

They're all crazy to be there, but more so these dudes.
Who swam over a radioactive river to get into it.
Who knows how much of the stuff they touch sticks to their clothes?
Who knows how much their lives will shorten when they've been exposed?

Who knows if the water they drank had a lethal dose?
Who knows how dangerous the dust in the air when they cooked their oats?
The uncertainty's the thing that makes me feel like I need a breather,
And suddenly I'm pondering buying my own little dosimeter, cause who knows...

But props Shiey. This leap of Illegal Freedom sure is freeing but...
Also oh so frightening, for real...

Almost forgot about this one! Another chance @S3C. ;) Link.

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