me not you

there is nothing glamorous
about irritation that breeds
without reason

no excusable soil
no obvious rain
it simply grows
for the sake of
growing

co-existing is like
covering the exhaust pipe
with my mouth

inhale the toxic
air, it tastes like
all of my barefaced
inconsistencies

find me
watching your
backside

seconds
until you
turn back around

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