Rainy day spent applying for jobs, writing, and listening to an audiobook. The result was the following report, prepared in verse for your inspection.
Revival Jam
I smell what died bowling up my throat,
but I can't identify it. Which way did the critter
crawl up, and when? Disicisions, diristions,
sweetcake, my heartache, since we've been parted
my moral compass is hurtling while my labido is
swollen all the while what's passed is wafting a parade.
My internal organs have rendered the source
unidentifiable, but undeniably my own, gasping
and signaling me out for proclamations from
the goddamn feds, either pay my rent or get out!
I'm too busy attempting to dismantle the system
you swore to protect, in between laps of judgement.
Quelled but never abated. Satisfied while ever frustrated.
Repressed, I reek to make heaven like unto me.
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