even though cupid has hemorrhoids and you’ll
never be famous
don’t go worrying
about everything
I mean
there’s not
a hell of a lot
you can do anyway
I mean what’s the
point of turning
inside out
over a
little thing
but we do it
and we
do it every day
and for
whatever reason
we do it pretty
damn well
we swallow
the tigers
of our
own insecurity
we dress ourselves
in the shadows
of enemies
we fight back
against
the swans
and the rosebushes
we charge
up
and down
stairways
hollering at
postmen
and little girls
jumping rope
we refuse
the sunlight
we embrace
rainclouds
and earthquakes
dirty toilets
and stale bread
and for
whatever
reason
we do it
every day
we can’t seem
to live
without it
without deflated
basketballs
airline wreckages
drug-addled
teens and
unpaid electric bills
without these often
disorderly and
wreaking misfortunes
but still we wake
every day
drop two eggs
in the pan
while we check
our phone
messages
and our
Facebook messages
hoping someone will
love us as much
as we love
the idea
of being loved
don’t go worrying
about everything
I mean
there’s not
a hell of a lot
you can do anyway
I mean what’s the
point of turning
inside out
over a
little thing
but we do it
and we
do it every day
and for
whatever reason
we do it pretty
damn well
we swallow
the tigers
of our
own insecurity
we dress ourselves
in the shadows
of enemies
we fight back
against
the swans
and the rosebushes
we charge
up
and down
stairways
hollering at
postmen
and little girls
jumping rope
we refuse
the sunlight
we embrace
rainclouds
and earthquakes
dirty toilets
and stale bread
and for
whatever
reason
we do it
every day
we can’t seem
to live
without it
without deflated
basketballs
airline wreckages
drug-addled
teens and
unpaid electric bills
without these often
disorderly and
wreaking misfortunes
but still we wake
every day
drop two eggs
in the pan
while we check
our phone
messages
and our
Facebook messages
hoping someone will
love us as much
as we love
the idea
of being loved
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