Shane McCrae

The Hero of The Outer Worlds

Most of my health I get from locked containers
The yellow ones     I’ve got too many FunTimes
      Barrels I found on corpses sometimes
And sometimes find them     new in garbage cans or

Whatever the red containers are     some people
Only say one thing ever     some two     and e
      -ven if I set their planet free
Their lives don’t change you     smash all the mock apples

You’ve ever seen together you won’t get
A single real Earth apple     but the juice
      Is real     the shirt that was too loose
On the corpse     fits me ’cause it’s no one’s shirt

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