i will not feel like a failure then

poetry

was slow on the way to the river
born with bad eyes, you know
oh
please don’t leave me behind

was last to get round the bend
to see it brown and shallow
y’all got your fill up stream
but i’m still thirsty

and when we tried to go there
together
someone always runs ahead
they run with the devil

and after 28 years
not that i was counting

i’ll step on backs to get to the head
i’ll bend glass round my eyes to see
i’ll cover my ass with animal skin
i’ll dig a hole to the fucking core
i will pass you and crush you completely
to behead the devil whom sits at the mouth
oh
i hope that i have the spirit
to crush that damn

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