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Bend my body to its agony
Compromise that proves illusory
Letters sent first class to my door
Juvenile nursery rhyme
Sent by a first class whore
I sell myself short
I sell myself
In my slaughterhouse of screams
With my abbatoir dreams
The dignity I gave conversation
Belied the day's malaise
And punctured my persuasion
Barbed words fall anaemic into a pregnant silence
Where they'll boil and arise
Into an act of violence
Carved with a bayonet of coarse regret
Your signature embedded on all I see
Before you make me the smartest man in the morgue
I'll bend you to your agony
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