Swagazine Six

Jillian Firth -- Get Over It

I sit, with pen tip to bleached bark
to pull emotion from the dark

pit of my fear, intestines lurch
the feelings are just almost there, perched

on tip of tongue, the brim of crater,
I thrash about, like alligator

that isn't how I feel; Enraged!
no, that's not quite what I meant to say

Let's try again. The tears they flow
frustration makes my ulcer grow

in vain attempt to make you see
I stumble, alcoholically

confound it! Don't you understand?
I stretch my brain like rubberband

that isn't how I feel; Depraved!
no, that's not quite what I meant to say

Last time. I give it all I've got
to spell out m-i-s-e-r-a-b-l-e l-o-t

and am I getting closer? No!
these asinine cliches must go

I am too dumb; you are too deaf
a carni freak show Mutt and Jeff

that isn't what I meant to say
to hell with it; I feel okay




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