Another Thing
Shall I lift my skirt up for you?
Let you peer down my throat
Probing with your microscopic glare
for error and harmony
Step in closer to inspect me
Good enough to be sliced and packaged
sold piece by piece by piece
Like that damn tree that just kept giving
til it was nothing but a dead stump
But it’s me doing it to myself
exercising my choice to choke and burn
in this funny little tap dance
You can always laugh it away
a guiltless pleasure
an “Oh well”
another thing to be forgotten
Before it tugs at you
Huffing in annoyance
Impatient for whatever’s next
it could be this, it could be that
it hardly matters
And yet somehow we do not miss the point
dull nub in its place, too numb to notice
So filled with silliness, our heads
the junk pouring out our ears
Noise jarring senses senseless
as we eat our heart and guts for breakfast
Embrace the Paradox 