I’ve become vermin
Side-swept by a jealous wind
The unheeded washout
Trudging chest deep
In the mire of his thick self-loathing

I am the roving smokestack
The ever-looming havoc
His depraved songs of anguish

My words yield ruin
For scouring souls
And stout with luxury

They peer deep within
Ever-vigilant of turmoil
Yearning to savor
Its noxious fumes

They peer inside
To uncover barren fields
Dry and brittle offerings
For the curious
Strewn far and wide


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