I constantly feed and water
this thing. Relieving its
waste, and scratching its
itch. It wakes up all needy
and bushy each day, and
somebody's got to take care
of it.
I guess it's me.
Everyone seems to think
that I am this collection
of urges and wants. Which
I really quite am, in fact!
It's a sacrifice I have quite
willingly made,
but once.
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