about as important as a bagel

the seeds i neglected
in the back of my throat
like crumbs i can’t cough out

it’s just a fucking poem
about as important as a bagel
as triumphant as a booger

you can go be arftistic over there
there are corners for wankers
there are places to forget

you’ve been writing a guidebook
for lost emotions
but no one is feeling it

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