It was food thrown to the ground. A busy crazy kitchen
Dozens of children, lower parts of the city flooded
yet all ignore and invent euphoria
a set of competitions. Out on the long field
along the white house, short cut grass
chaos chaos
chaotically dressed. The children readied themselves to attack each other
lonely city big concrete slabs in the distance
this short sunstained green grass we hold
now the fighting will ensue
No dojo just a small lawn
four groups of insane children lunging at each other
no rules or order. Just bacon and bread on the floor
Pines cowardly swing away from it all
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