Spade a Spade

You showered me with sun
when I endeavoured
the rain,

made me
participate when I
really should have
but darling,
there’s no
abstinence living in
a cage.

The illusion
of a choice were the bars
this charade,

now I’m hitting every one
of them since you
could never
just window
dress any trace of them,
but let us call the
spade a spade.

You’re a
changeling of
haunted conscience,
unilateral populace of my

I let you fall to
the floor where you will
surely rot,
same as I will five feet
above you,
since warmth rises,

even in
a metal box.


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