I am a poet with sharp wit.
My mind is adept at keeping…
Together all the grime and grit.
Compartmentalization is key.
Understanding how to keep it that way…
Does not come for free.
A fine, thin line I tread,
Almost falling over the edge.
Whether I’m alive or dead,
It depends on who’s asking the question.
Is it the invisible person on your shoulder,
Or the one at the door with a suggestion?
How many minutes must I waste…
Waiting for an answer that’ll never come?
I cannot rid my palate of the dust I taste.
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