Have I become
Bug under thumb
For your scented nails to glow by?
I need out of my shirts I think you'll find attractive
On your hill perched so clandestine you rest
Like a second term president and I go
Destined to keep the crayon close
And guess until my name goes red
At whose dead half-daughters
Were denied your womb
On the down low
At whose half-sons
Come a lump in my throat
And man my fever with an army of frogs under skin
And I don't want to dance with your shadow no more
Or listen through an elephant's ear for your
Whispers into the other
My curse is the circuit that your fingers
Rehearse on me to quell my nerves
And my only one is for you to king me
With wave crest
And not stethoscope
With the core
Not tentative as you were
Choosing soup cans
From the cupboard
For your grade school's
Thanksgiving food drive, no
Bug under thumb
For your scented nails to glow by?
I need out of my shirts I think you'll find attractive
On your hill perched so clandestine you rest
Like a second term president and I go
Destined to keep the crayon close
And guess until my name goes red
At whose dead half-daughters
Were denied your womb
On the down low
At whose half-sons
Come a lump in my throat
And man my fever with an army of frogs under skin
And I don't want to dance with your shadow no more
Or listen through an elephant's ear for your
Whispers into the other
My curse is the circuit that your fingers
Rehearse on me to quell my nerves
And my only one is for you to king me
With wave crest
And not stethoscope
With the core
Not tentative as you were
Choosing soup cans
From the cupboard
For your grade school's
Thanksgiving food drive, no
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