Alcoholic backseat trinkets

Act 4: If anyone wants to tell me what's going on here, I'll be in the lounge


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My latest pram.
[info]blackiestark
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The Word IF,
when held up to the light,
studied under a microscope,
rubbed away with nervous hands,
dissected by academics,
bathed in righteous tears,
thrown against a wall in frustration,
smashed into your lover's face,
or ripped apart with bare hands
like a child looking for a prize,
will always adapt to its surroundings
and reveal the word
NO.

When plugged into any equation,
it will always reduce itself
to one divided by one times one.
Rendering it meaningless.
 
In a bar, or a prison,
it is a bad joke
that can get you killed.

But The Word IF
has proven to have some uses in
driving a nail,
turning a screw,
mixing mortar,
propping open a door,
rewiring a habit,
scraping old paint off of an insult,
balancing a desire,
or acting as a fulcrum
to move just about
anything.  

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