Pity-Poetry

Pity-Poetry

Sunday, July 6, 2014

selling ourselves

animals in high heels 
sent through space and
time
no one sees the heels
but everyone 
feels
them

in the side
and in the head

words make enough of 
the picture
but pictures make it
too

fudging our
personalities 
to impress other
avid fuckers

we all feel
just a bit whore-ish
but we embrace this new
day and 
age

but we fudge on that too

I strive to be honest
but being lazy with
so much else-
lazy becomes a pattern

maybe I want to
sell
myself
too

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