i followed it and tackled it, angry,
until i had it headlocked
it swallowed spit and when it bit, fangy
my arm hung limp in deadlock
when will feelings learn
to wait until their turn to show
resentment to me
on the street is where everyone knows
that i loved you and from you,
the one thing i got in return
was this feeling of reeling
like butter, these guts pound and churned
heart be still, it's my will
and only my sense you obey
i'll be ruled by no hearty fools
oh please tool me tward matters of grey
for the brain holds no pain
just the stains that remain
of the memories that stayed to serrate
but my heart is a lark
that will start to embark
at the speed of a quark and migrate
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