Grinning, posing, pacing,
a caged animal in a zoo.
Speculated, calibrated.
Fool, you see what I allow you to.
And that warped perception
through your eyes of pride
Judging, confining, grouping
—it’s suicide.
But die if you will
—blind, in noxious fume.
For I am so much more
than this flesh costume.
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