CONTINGENCY TALKER
I'm a contingency talker.
A waking sleep walker.
A present moment sequentialist.
A paperback existentialist.
I'm a gold medal fencer.
A one hand dispenser.
My mouth makes me hurt,
and my bull makes me blurt.
My wounds always fester.
My friends always pester.
I always feel restive
when everyone's festive.
I'm never locked.
I'm always blocked.
I tried to read Chaucer,
but just got hoarser.
i know people who are misanthropic.
i know people who are philanthropic.
i know people who enquire.
i know people who expire.
I have stood in line collectivity.
I have stood in line subjectively.
I have tried to be a binder.
There's no place I can find her.
She shook my hand without her glove,
but she was someone else's love.
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