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Delicate Explosive
I am a bomb, see what makes me
tick — inefficiency makes me sick,
a born skeptic, doubt is too thick
to breathe or see others for what
they could be beyond
their infringement of my sanctuary.
I am a bomb, the countdown
has begun — but I won’t
be undone, won’t become
just anyone. I tried to defuse
with booze, but it just made me
lose my creative muse and kept me
drowning in blues.
I am a bomb, so tread lightly
for it’s unsightly when I’m lit
too brightly, and BOOM —
I explode and unburden my load
A fat scoop of shame a la mode.
follow wormwood for periodic weird.
or just have another bite…
