I’m angry my life
doesn’t suck enough to vouch
my constant anger
I make myself scared
laugh, I’d fold in a second
tortured, poop and pee
Happy no torture
I resent being ignored
Poke me No, wait! Don’t
Category: My Complicity
2021 January 5
| Faith cannot be bought |
| though fake belief can be smoked |
| but not if it’s not |
| cured in honest rot |
| slow-roasted in extra-hoaxed |
| faith of the tree knot |
| Zealots can be bought, |
| taught to hear each word spoken |
| as instruction not |
| faith, grifts’ full jackpot…. |
| I’ve faith in trees, and my broken |
| faith is overwrought |
| but not for sale. Caught |
| paying for belief I joked |
| slap’s most when it’s not |
| My faith leaves a blot |
| in every hole ever poked |
| Faith cannot be bought |
| Find a free tree knot |
2020 October 27
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I’m you too humorless to me too humorful
we disagree agreeing
(not the double I viscerally hate knew
my grandmother Shultz
told me I’d meet, what infuriates me about him
what I hate about about me and
true) yes, the joke in my head before you opened your mouth
What’s the score?
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