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)