First did I want to be important
First did I want to be good
How did I think of what I ought
And is that the same as should
I listen to my betters
even as I do my worst
And when I try not to do
It bears down just like a thirst
And if I stopped asking, grasping
What on earth would I be
Put away so many things
So what is left of me:
a vicious tongue
turned inside out
so every lash
I get a clout
worries borrowed
begged and stolen
a life that feels
like a semicolon
what
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