
doubt i can make it a whole day
without taking a nap
dreaming of role-play
but it’s platonically vivid
no hierarchy’s in control of my pay
then i reenter my broke frame
of perspective and clap
nobody croaks blame better
i got receipts
look at this folder of jokes so bad
i became a token of shame
um excuse me
don’t think you know that you entered my lane
when you had set up the punchline
to be a suicide
on Boeing’s plane
taste some distain
when accusing genetic fault
my vault only gains
currency when i feel guilt
without that trauma i’ll wilt
i’ll only be plain
– D K T