Take it down!
Crash it down!
Burn it down!
They mock me, tempt me
A sly few weave through the
Microscopic cracks left
For breathing
Left
Just in case
They worm their way into my heart
They eat it out to the core
They swear they are done
Then eat some more
Slowly I replace the meat
But meat comes at a price
Time and coldness make it up
Plaster it well
I am the worker
I have no slaves
No money could keep a person
Tied down on such a cold
Hard surface
In the middle of a snowfall
People are here
To remind me I am not
O.K.
Pity-Poetry
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