what excuse have i found
to let you down
as the year end comes round
argument’s my argument
knowing why and how
you know
by now
how high
I can rise
to distract you
with abstractions
in reaction to your needs
that I cannot feed
with the dregs
around my legs
(where I let fall
my worthless dignity)
rising to fill my ears
mixing with fears
’till I no longer see
what you need from me


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