I have no
identity anymore
I never really did
I only feel my id
and memory is poor
...when I die
leave me to the rocks and dirt
then I’ll be a king compared to
what a worm or maggots worth
but still squirming
you talk a lot
you talk and talk and talk
when I listen
it makes no sense no sense
I tell you that
and you
get so mad so mad
is it because
I have it have it wrong?
Then please explain
so I can understand
what you mean
and hold it in my hand
cause right now
my palm my palm is empty
cause all your pain
is nothing but a frenzy
yesterday might as well have been
an hour ago
a year ago
centuries ago
centuries from now
a year from now
an hour from now
for all I care
It’s tomorrow
take off your clothes
like a spy takes off his mask
because I know your every move
reveal yourself
like revealing a masterpiece
because you are one
move around
like you’re playing as a child
because I want to play
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