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it's six am. already
   up and
       ready.

you,
white-collar perfect man for the daughter of every woman,
with his own cubicle and relationship with a
deaf god,

hail mary hail mary forgive us for our sins
rinse repeat rinse repeat i am flawed i am flawed but
forgiveness is as cheap as a prayer and i know
that,

descend your eyes
when you
   see a beggar

and change your road
when the
   tag and gender don't
      match.

you,
awesome housewife, perfect homebuilder for the perfect white-collar,
with her own cookie recipe and countless prayers,

i think i enjoy watching the gardener do his job too much, oh
god please forgive me please forgive me please but

my husband hasn't touched me in years,

refused to cry when
some girl stumbled upon your son lying
on the sidewalk, a sign that reads
"faggot" -
   (in pieces and
   they never found what
      was supposed to be in between
         his legs. you know you will
            always remember him as an arm and a
               leg and a broken ragdoll)

and attend his
funeral.

he had said,
"there's something too miserable in
waiting for the cage that seeks me to
come, and if you are the cage to do so and
i have sought freedom in the
wrong place, i will
leave."

you said,
"i will not attend your funeral" and
he replied,
"as you wish." and left
in grave silence.

you,
have a lot to do.

and it's already six.

Description
it's six am. already
   up and
       ready.

you,
white-collar perfect man for the daughter of every woman,
with his own cubicle and relationship with a
deaf god,

hail mary hail mary forgive us for our sins
rinse repeat rinse repeat i am flawed i am flawed but
forgiveness is as cheap as a prayer and i know
that,

descend your eyes
when you
   see a beggar

and change your road
when the
   tag and gender don't
      match.

you,
awesome housewife, perfect homebuilder for the perfect white-collar,
with her own cookie recipe and countless prayers,

i think i enjoy watching the gardener do his job too much, oh
god please forgive me please forgive me please but

my husband hasn't touched me in years,

refused to cry when
some girl stumbled upon your son lying
on the sidewalk, a sign that reads
"faggot" -
   (in pieces and
   they never found what
      was supposed to be in between
         his legs. you know you will
            always remember him as an arm and a
               leg and a broken ragdoll)

and attend his
funeral.

he had said,
"there's something too miserable in
waiting for the cage that seeks me to
come, and if you are the cage to do so and
i have sought freedom in the
wrong place, i will
leave."

you said,
"i will not attend your funeral" and
he replied,
"as you wish." and left
in grave silence.

you,
have a lot to do.

and it's already six.