The Heaven I Hate
When I cannot smell my foul sweat,
What shall I do with smell so sweet?
I had bent too much to be right
And I want it still to new height.
Are there muddy fields I could play?
Are there messes that bring me may
On cursing and cleaning them?
I've longed to gather in mayhem.
I know my mother was a liar
Her lips always smiled in hunger.
I must see my nose-picking son
He'd two things - lie and awesome.
Dear Lord! I was your hand work too
Should there be my heaven, if no
I ask my hell that I've dwelled there
And burn all my days with my dears.
1 Sept, 2018
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