what fits my comfort and joy
quite thoughtlessly, but pardon
my mistake if I gave you to think
I had a thing to prove to you?
Like I was trying to cred myself
into some established victim class
for your nod of approval?
No. Class off.
My life's private bits
and homey accents, joys,
wallowing anguish or other
crap such as you'd like to eat up
- that privacy's to give to who one
likes, trusts, or however much more
- not to some smug superior self-setup
judge of the everyday annual memorial
blue ribbon pity pageant parade.
- go.
I don't care what you think, when
I wouldn't even want you to know
me.
into some established victim class
for your nod of approval?
No. Class off.
My life's private bits
and homey accents, joys,
wallowing anguish or other
crap such as you'd like to eat up
- that privacy's to give to who one
likes, trusts, or however much more
- not to some smug superior self-setup
judge of the everyday annual memorial
blue ribbon pity pageant parade.
You win! I do declare
I wasn't an entrant.
Award yourself.
Oh why not? You're the judge
anyway. Can you honestly conceive
any one showing up to show you up?
I wasn't an entrant.
Award yourself.
Oh why not? You're the judge
anyway. Can you honestly conceive
any one showing up to show you up?
Oh, I wasn't up for it to begin with,
trust me. I haven't the performance
instinct. You win you really do, Who
could compete with your proud wallow
in agony, your collection of traumatic
plaques and awards, trophies lining
your mantle, you pathetic and preening
superior wretch?
You make an actual dominance hierarchy
out of who has been most destroyed.
trust me. I haven't the performance
instinct. You win you really do, Who
could compete with your proud wallow
in agony, your collection of traumatic
plaques and awards, trophies lining
your mantle, you pathetic and preening
superior wretch?
You make an actual dominance hierarchy
out of who has been most destroyed.
It's no shame what I've been through,
but the way you flaunt and brag
and outrank, overrule
sure makes it seem like
it could be so - if I could
be so perverse a fool.
Well thanks, to be clear, no
I was not in that race. On your mark,
Get bent
but the way you flaunt and brag
and outrank, overrule
sure makes it seem like
it could be so - if I could
be so perverse a fool.
Well thanks, to be clear, no
I was not in that race. On your mark,
Get bent
- go.
I don't care what you think, when
I wouldn't even want you to know
me.
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