Not even a jack
let’s leave out the
parts that don’t
flatter or coddle
your ego or whatever
it is you’re stroking
these days. I’ll
play the villain,
just like when we
were kids with
sheets as capes and
I’ll take all the blame
your flock can follow
clueless as you
preach of your
heroic journey through
the murk and mire of
loving someone who
did everything to
help you
but when the crowds
fade and you’re
stuck between the
bars of past and
present, when your
bed is just a little
colder, or maybe
warmed by those
demons that follow
more closely than
the idiots who would
swallow your sin just
to have a taste of genius
I’ll be the one to find
you crumpled, broken
like the toys daddy
couldn’t fix.
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