Maybe I've lacked energy, silently simmering
Maybe my brand name's forbade me knowing?
Booked every moment crook as a suspect
Dwelt under an omen as a sensitive subject?
Sickness in the spaces where pure faith is lost
Frost manifestation, loss placebo reaction
Auto-immune indecision
That losing it living might threaten addiction
Like "Are you the prescription?"
I've been wound tight like a rabbit in the sites, right?
Water down the windpipe
Living on fear like a hare in the crosshairs
Fronting like I'm not scared?
Answers, an antidote, flailing in asking mode
I'm open to what presents but low key spent
So I dose with ketamine, iron ore, tired lore
Lying here over-steeped, under-sweet, dying in Ikea sheets
Wilding on the button, Chief
Childless in my cotton briefs
I can line A to line Z but
Does it serve the piece? Huh? It occurs to me, uh
You're the word I need for the poem to precede 'cause
I've been wound tight like a rabbit in the sites, right?
Water down the windpipe
Living on fear like a hare in the crosshairs
Frozen in the hounds glare?
I've been under gun, forever on the run
Running like I'm something to hunt a limb for luck
Here I am, yellow notes again
Getting sentimental with a pencil in the middle
Of another genocidal incident, yes, I could fly to in
Like less than one circadian cycle but nighty night, I'm cool
In tighty whities like Wolf, Michael
Unspooled, cryful, I'm moved like a noncop
Truly not cocky, boo-hooing in my cotton jockeys
Soft cock, stocky
I've been wound tight like a rabbit in the sites, right?
Water down the windpipe
Living on fear like a hare in the crosshairs, even
When the hunters not there?
I've been under gun, rabbit on the run
Running like I'm something to hunt a leg for luck
I've become my father
I try but I'm tired
I've become my mother
I can't help me either
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