You don’t want me to be here

and that’s okay ‘cause neither do I

but I’m up to my collar already and

it’s not like I’m made of time





And you said “Well, how do you know?”

I said “the the world’s full of reason ‘till you take a shot at rhyming,

I only know what I’ve seen, and

it’s not like you’re pointing to a sign.”





I can’t do it

and I don’t want

and it’s impossible–

you should have clocked it

I know I would’ve

I can’t help it

this isn’t helping





it flies in circles and attacks

the bounds around us it circumscribes

if a neutral mirror, you know what I’ll impute

bored, annoyed, checked out in your eyes





And you’ll ask the same questions

we’ll retread the same lines

I don’t know if I can take more of this

I already want to die





I can’t do it

I don’t want a thing

ask me again if it’s possible

these teeth can still maim

is it so much to ask

is it so much to ask





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