Much Room To Squirm
i am contrite when i contrive when i ruthlessly deprive
i relate when i sedate when i have a happy plate-
my remorse is discoursed thoroughly,
forced to pout with a broken snout-
my plight is to unite to stop the fight &
begin anew facing the same direction,
to gnaw & chew away the infection,
to leave no flesh to fester.
don't think this clever, the endeavor is
wet soap tumbling from my hands- i'm just
the dope clinging, pretending i'm cleaning,
singing incoherently, blatantly losing 'it'
(coincidently he / she / it / they
developmentally disabled) the label enables much
discrepancy much room to squirm betwixt firm
boundaries & morals mixed (such a beast must be fixed)
quarrelsome quaint & transfixed
at the concept- socially inept suddenly-
(intercept the spirit, pretend hard not to fear it)
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