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Comedy

They think I have spies,

Like I am some damn super villain.


It’s rather funny to me. 


They weave a web of lies

And whisper rumors of spies


They crawl along on their webs

   Talking shit about me 

Thank god all of it is so damn funny


And with poison in their fangs

   They bite down

Into my flesh


I laugh loudly into the abyss


They rage

And rage

And rage

Until they’ve ruined my name 


I suppose that was their goal . . .


They tried to ruin my home 

To make me feel alone

To chip away at my soul


But


It’s all comedy to me now


They forgot

That if you micro-dose a poison for long enough

You build up a tolerance to it

And I’ve been bitten so many times now

I am immune to their fangs


Now their bites tickle

And I laugh

And laugh

And laugh

As if I can’t remember the past


They can have my name

     I never wanted fame, anyway


They can spread lies

    And makeup stories about spies


They can have my past

   I don’t need it back


They can bite me

Over and over again

And when I am done laughing

I’ll eat brunch.


-CH 3/24/25





 


   

 
 
 

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