As you crawl home tonight
Look for the lurking
horror under foot
The earth recoiling from
your contact
Intuits the nature of this
virus
man
Avoid ice and other
reflective surfaces
Introspection would impede
Your development monster
Turning the reason you
came here
Into a place you need to
get away from
From time to time
Like children playing with
Tonka tractors on the
kitchen floor
A pant load of bad decisions
Come to fruition
I pity your nanny
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