I cry,
ok?
Let me be
and let me have
my salty
sprinkles
drift across
my cheeks.
it isn't weakness,
crass ass.
and stop asking
why this happens.
this isn't my solution
I don't have loose leaks
I don't need pipes cleaned,
are you listening?
it's my outlet
my dead end outfit
my last luck
dumb struck
shit fuck
this sucks
bite the dust
reflex.
my
missed the last bus
duct flood.
does this process,
thick skull?
I recognize
your emotional
retardation
as a
severe
limitation
in your
maturation,
and your inability
for empathy
is evinced
by your
heart's
extrophy
or lack of
that
aforementioned
organ.
did you catch that?
