An incestuous shine in the white of your eye
The barefaced manifesto takes place
Before it begins
Without reflection
Hasty lies travel to an ear
And what I hear isn’t pretty
Waiting for praise like a sad dog
Thought, though it doesn’t occur much, rids
A bitch of purpose
To ruin a conversation
An affiliation
An association, or relationship
Peeling it away like chips in the gutter
Burnt like crumbled sparks
Pieces of bark in the flickering flames
And yet a puppy is so innocent,
So complacent that another
Nearly as smug never existed
(c) Caitlin C., 2007
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