I am a semi-important person with a weekly paycheck.
We are children with playtime giggles,
Drooling over weekly expenditures and wasted cookies,
Crumb covered notebooks sketched out to prevent frivolity,
Upset stomachs brimming with mature failures,
Sucking back tears to impress our neighbors.
The starry eyed know-it-all is crawling amuck,
Under dinner tables and desk chairs,
Under Giant’s legs’ and Christmas trees,
Setting out for a new religion to abide by,
Setting out for a fellow proselytizing pupil with sore gums,
Sorely missing out on toothy chats about nothing.
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I am not a great proclaimer of united truths,
I am not someone to take home to your parents,
I am not burned by others uptight scorns,
I am not to be trusted.
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I am basking in bursting pockets of tasty light,
Swallowing stolen utterances of misery,
Feasting on your passionate decay,
Dying to know what makes a dead clock tick,
Tuning out lunch breaks and bounced checks,
Tuning into gut reactions and slayed demons.
If I could kill a cliché’ I would without haste,
Hastily cleaning up the blood with an old brick,
Using it to a build house with mortar and dicey murmurs,
Preparing a home for averted eyes and cheeky goodbyes.
I am a starry eyed know-it-all with crumb filled pockets.
