5 December 2014



the story for the most part

is lodged in my throat

I could choke on my words

if I could just let them go

some people make me sick

because they’re unkind

those green fingered monkeys

who plant worms in my mind

they tie knots in my guts

and bring tears to my eyes

they dissect my entrails

with their blunted knives

to divine terrible truths

and more terrible lies


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