Chewing gum, volumes 1 and 2

Vol. 1:
We're stuck to
the underside of
everything, on
sidewalks and on
things you've built, over
businessmen walking into
storefronts and above
letters on signs about
sensitive subjects.

If it pleases you, 

scrape us free.

Vol. 2:
My tool is an amalgam of anxieties,
a hard steel no medication may chip
and no consultation may bend or weaken.
It is of some comfort, to be truthful,
knowing I am capable of such creation
and that such creation may last the day.

As convictions go, theirs could be stronger,
a brief clinging hope that fastens them
to bulkheads and armatures, to joists and
to ancient keystones - but my tool knows
that their better impulses are suppressed,
and that just a little elbow grease may pry them.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Shad, Flying Colours Promo (mind = blown...read the lyrics while you listen)