I’m sticky like a kid, all red at the mouth
Cherry comeuppance stained smug-like over my lips,
Jagged-tooth-obvious
With ruby fist dribbles,
Drips
Happy-horrible to strangle the pieman,
The damn Hoorah Henry,
The cozener
To lick each digit clean
Call for a do-over
Gobbets down the chin
Stained saboteur
A bee stuck in the palm,
Dead-set to keep me
No-good
And a strict blue pebble whose home is my boot
Dearest despot,
Esteemed brute
Coercing me to march on
Proud Limp
Hounding notions that men were thrice-born,
Even twice-born
With beady sour scorn
And all sufficient sacrifices to the sucrose gods
I’m that frenzied red blur
Sent to eat paper hearts
And serve only the crooked parts
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