Tethered on a string
balancing this thing,
life hovering over me,
stinging, like a bee.
Hula hoops and slinky stairs,
Spok’s hand thing and elder stares,
Shame on you, Shame on you
cried the chattering teeth,
Click, click, clicking shame.
I don’t care, cried the lonely boy,
whose wolf came once too often.
Shame no longer points to sin,
for the wolf will devour him.
Cry, cry now, lonely boy….
“Fuck your chattering teeth”
cried I, morning after cyanide.
Fuck your shame and fuck your game.
Pick your bones clean – the wolf will.
But never find respect inside.
Cuz you have already died….
You lost something you
never gave away…….
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
A thimble to give,
an ocean to receive.
Life is gone now.
Resting where you lay.
Clicking, Clicking ….
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