Wednesday, February 15, 2023

A Poor Man's Hyde

pissed i caught myself wishing
that swerving reckless red truck
the fuck would crash and explode
and wondered are these my thoughts

or some dark mind behind mine
another tongue in my mouth
a hateful shadow stranger
worming just under my skin

when did he force his way in
and who am i when not me

murderous brutish coward
who leaves me holding the bag

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