To The Fucking Ground

a poem

of all the things I wish to hear

one just makes my heart grow queer

words which said would steal my breath

how weak I'd grow, such sudden death

to all resistance in my mind

I'd want so bad to make them mine

so to my future Prince or Queen

whomever fate may have you be

know that all you have to say

let's burn it down, then look my way

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