I’m caked up, I’m raw

You saw me, I thought

You were right to thaw

We all want the want the want the want.

I am a bullshit baker.

Rest your head

On the security,

That reliability brings.

But when you rely on

what you rely on

the belief is in nothing at all.

There are too many holes in this

story for it to end well.

This head will not set.

The mold is all encapsulating

But what you can’t encapsulate,

remains free.

I wither under the weight

of my waking consciousness.

I become aware of the ache in my shoulders.

I have slept too long.

I awake and I’m too old for this childhood ambition.

Why can’t I give it up?

Why can’t I get out of bed?

Why can’t I get up?

I roll onto my back, where my shoulders are soothed into submission.

You’ve been punked.

You do not have a chemical imbalance

so put down those pills.

You cannot afford the plastic

the cards are printed on

in your wallet.

snip snip, flush flush.

Maybe you’re just sad an poor?

Maybe it’s just part of my character?

If they go away,

so do I.

The maggots amalgamating in your garbage

sing a chorus

of

The Tale

Of The Ugly Lamb.

We must wear the protective cream

To keep us from the summer heat

we made.