this story for the most part
is lodged in my throat
I could choke on my words
if I could just bring them up
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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