This is an open letter
To explain myself to the finer folk
To uphold my kind to the higher minds
One refrain: outside brain
Shook by the stares, I left too soon
Lost the bet, can't read the room
The edges of the curtains glare in the stagnant air
From a mineshaft to a crawlspace
Across a bed of nails and broken glass
From a jump scare to a catwalk
On a tightrope over burning ash
Against the grain: outside brain
I called up the trophy store
Asked what things were going for
Said I didn't qualify
If I left my name they'd try
To write an open letter
To explain myself to the finer folks
To uphold my kind to the higher minds
What remains: outside brain
The panic of a blown-out fuse
I can't take much more bad news
Sitting in this busted chair
Headstrong and unprepared
From a mineshaft to a crawlspace
Across a bed of nails and broken glass
From a jump scare to a catwalk
On a tightrope over burning ash
Against the grain: outside brain
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