For those of us who live logically,
for those of us who see,
for those of us who reasonably,
try to live poetically,
there comes a time, resignedly,
we all will face despondency
and our lacking of diplomacy
may hinder our attempts to be
a righteous soul untouched by thee
a righteous soul made right by thee
a righteous soul coerced by the
less than righteous claim to be
firm and stoic and better than me.
I round out the numbers again and again
and I am the cage you put me in.
For every breath you sneak by me is another to define my misery.
I wake to the possibility
of your death on my doorstep.
I am what I am and my foolscap
tells me so.
I am what I am and you know
your time is up.
My placement in the stars outweighs who you are.
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