when you parade all your virtues in front of me
I want to see your vices first
*
the rot has gone too far
enabling has good manners
I throw them all straight out of the window
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you apologise and apologise
and put on a sad face
but you are complicit
*
you turn your back on people
and your face changes
*
you build a wall of virtues
with your mouth
and hide behind it
and as people compare themselves to you
and punish themselves because they think
that they have to become so much better
your vice-ridden puppet master body
cuts lives in half behind the blinding scenery
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he is so charming
and I stutter
you give yourself to him
and lose your patience with me
buying lies, discarding truths
short-term-comfort-aesthetics
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you live on in her rotten mouth
you can’t even deal with yourself in another person
you surround yourself with beauty
because you want to absorb it
to decorate the incessant ugliness within
Croque-Melpomene 