SPEW


It is not my fault

these behaviors that you loathe so.

I am not responsible for who I am.

It was my upbringing

my biology

my culture and my chemistry

all warring

to create

this creature before you.


This beast is not of his own making

must be excused for the words he says

the poisons he spews

the bones he breaks

in his wake

as he wanders down

his bloody path.


You must do what you can

to save me

to suture my sundered soul

my crippled Cro-Magnon noggin

which says such stupid things

enacts such idiotic plans.


You have to fix me

for I cannot.

I am not clever enough

cohesive enough

to even understand why I am so wrong.

I cannot be held responsible.

Save me.

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