elephant
::the elephant flying around the room is blind
knocking over things that i can't afford
taking steps, moving forward, moving backwards
trudging with the gravity of grudges
and the fortitude of fuck this shit
the elephant flying around the room is blind
and works the night shift
giving rise and a lift to the things i can't afford
like hatred, malaise and nausea
mocking me, it applauds my fears
and remembers my really bad years
pulling up shit from deep within my soul
that i haven't readily dismissed
but am a bit remiss to discuss just now
because i am so emotionally busy
::
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