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this is ready to be born
listen:
did you know?
i was once buttoned
to a suit of samples
for sixteen years and never knew
my brain signals were scrambled
chalk and wool and blood and charcoal
stitched up across my wooden torso
i tried to dance but broke in half
and screamed a tired tired sigh
spelled out so clearly i said WHY?
[but its okay, i'll take my flank and make it work]
i've still got the goods to get it
tri another random tug at triumph
and if again i get so tangled
in the squeezed out paper jungle
ill just write all my restraints in cursive
so at least my yellowed history
won't become some shit stained
on a truck stop restroom wall
that echoes undelivered satisfaction
without a trace of life or passion
