Sunday, October 26, 2008

my eyes are heavy
and you make me sick.

sometimes, it's everything about you-

your subtle pretentiousness
and the hint of pride
and the limitless favors

and so, i've nickednamed you
the golden child.

live on in your infamy
and go on collecting praise
for these things that just
make me vomit dislike.

i chore 'til the day is done
and still, not even a mention of
maybe you and maybe him.

it's never that..
it's always you
and the other you
and it makes my stomach churn
in it's own acidity.

shoo, and fly
don't bother me.

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