Unbearable

I insist my persuasion suggests

That my rest is purely in comfort

Your blinding me with your words

Of disgusts

And my anxiety

Is caused from such and less

Please excuse yourself

Around me

So that I know

You know

That you cannot harm me

With your mouth

Of filth.

Move on.

I’d rather you talk to me

With your arms

And sing with your toes

So that you really

Get the feeling

Of how i’m being ignored

Right now.

 


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