a little too much gain in my frame

when a pair of black jeans feel tight

i’m ashamed

if i don’t switch lanes

might get a healthcare claim

to my name

i could blame depression

debilitate like a patient of self-hate

but the flack won’t erase

my fate of a tumored slate

from all the stress

i rake on my plate

– D K T


life ends. why pretend

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