Weight within the rocking throne settles
Inhale
Look out to the edge of the street.
Exterior silence, one sound remains.
Exhale
Unworthy blood boils, This freedom
Belongs not to me. Gentle
Inhale
Winds tussle the grass
Like they just got home
Exhale
It's all wrapped around my finger
My Oyster, barely cooked
Inhale
Something does not smell right
Is it spoiled? No. Fresh as can be
Exhale
The grass needs cut again.
That's all there is I suppose
Inhale
They would kill for this seat.
Who wouldn't? It's perfect
Exhale
Right? Still doesn't feel mine
Did I miss something else?
Inhale
My shape etched into the throne
Why isn't loving it all enough?
Exhale
The winds pick up
Grass hugging the ground to stay
Inhale
Insatiable wretch,
Pitiful, weak, unworthy mongrels
Exhale
You did it. Everything, You
Won. "Congratulations Champ
Inhale
I am so proud of you."
Was this really meant
Exhale
To be mine? So soon.
Winds returns, softly
Inhale
Let's go cut the grass.
Don't hurt the flowers.
Exhale
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