vile, putrid
shit show, scumbag
shit-headed loser.
no one even
sparks up about you,
none of their hearts warm
at the thought of you,
at least anymore.
not even the mutant you pursue,
and this is why you're named
as previously stated.
i should
get off my high horse, but
nothing's gone wrong
as of yet
but everything is promising to be
the best it ever was.
i've got three pending targets
while one blips on the radar.
this week ends and my homestead beings
the nostalgia will hit full force
and a blanket of love will keep me warm
while the night drops below zero.
the next week will end
with an event i'll never forget
and each day in between
and each day subsequent
will leave me with pinched corners
tickling my cheeks
and full breath in my lungs
as i breathe life.
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