spins like a broken record
Sir are you aware you belong to a mental minority?
Do you happen to know
your chances of success are minimal
and your name
will be chewed up within the hour?
Ma’am are you aware you are spitting into a forest fire?
Do you know I’m the unpronounceable word
tickling your throat?
No you don’t get to be scared
I have come too far to act humble
just to keep you at a convenient distance
if I cannot break this wall
I’ll dig my way under it
so you’ll all remember
the girl with the soiled hands
and cut up back
and when I’m gone
lucky that isn’t me
but oh how I wish
I’d followed you