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A small spat of spit

sitting for just a bit

before the shoes comes too

and leaves an imprint 

hitting head on

more than a miss,

walking briskly at a pace

that even mall walkers

would be impressed at

I struggle with decisions,

I'm shooting for a square understanding

wrapped in this octagonal problem

Trying angles 

in this organic crunch,

A cute one comes through

carrying costumes

retrofitting the house guests

for an evening of historical innaccuracies, 

I've placed first

in every contest I've tried to lose

and never won a gold 

in the ones before I was used,

I've lost my muse

Tennessee white trash 

southern discomfort attitudes 

all tapping feet

singing the blues,

I ring my teeth around 

a champagne glass

and bite down before dinner,

Blood glass and plasma

force fed miasma,

Bitch if you don't

Man-child if you choose,

Teach me strength 

before we say the "I do's",

Lost walking on the sun

burning sweet steps of sugar

in a candy coated thought of us,

I'm walking on sunshine

millions of degrees 

above what I'm use to

still sweating what I'm born with,

Drip drops of anxiety 

trickle down my knees into my socks

and we both know

there is absolutely no hell worse

than wet socks