My everyday life, Descending minor thirds, chime On ominously
He excoriates His underling with glee, as He fellates himself
Burning in my throat All the words I cannot say. “I promise, I’m fine.”
I’m not mad, I’m just Hard as a motherfucker, It’s the way I am.
If I can count the Syllables I make it Hurt a little less
Tread lightly lest you Rouse the ire of our own Ready made lynch mob.