Thrust I am into the crust,
the hurt anguish to pain stains
my mouth, lips and eyes
have little of me that remains.
I peculiar have hidden every
line that may enchant in a rant.
I want to push the pushed line
not do anything no I can’t.
Friends we will be free to see
what games we might play today.
You say one thing then opposite
projects up and on full display.
So my face I will distort of course
the course is remorse I’ve shame.
That’s why you have consumed me
in your alternate deviant game.