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Frustration

Hand me a bedpost for my madness
something to grind and chew until I
smash my teeth, shred my gums
with splinters, fray and blister
everything inside my mouth.

Clench my fists till my uncut
talons rip through my palms,
overlap my knuckles, invert
like empty handcuffs.
release from my arthritic
jerking wrists my deflated
sense of manliness, swollen,
red, and palpitating at the sight
of my frustration.

Give me love or give me death.
I've got nothing left but spongy
hate for women, film, acoustic songs,
and holidays.

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