Shed that dignity like the over worn suit
You throw in three different directions before
The sea of hurried hormones carries you
Into more arms than you have legs to stand.
Perpetual existence is stretching skin tight
The compulsion towards decision and whether
Or not you're ready for it, the fistful of long
Lost dollars will find your awe-dropped jaw.
Disappointing sons will squander your hard earned
Ethics with liquid assets of their own, but
We all end up becoming our parents whether
We bite the bullet or kiss the stone.
Blind men all pretend to sound the same, so
Embarrassingly innocent and paper frail that
You can hardly stand the guilt of sight so you
Pluck out your eyes, just like they wanted.
Soon they'll be so many new shapes you'll have
To rethink the square; geometry is the future
That you willingly failed so now you'll
Have to go back to make a new one.
If only there were a one size fits all that's
Not so dull, because it's really the only
Way to clothe each other in the cold dead
Space that our dimensions inhabit.
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