you must think i came down in the last shower,
snatched straight off the stork,
you’re oh so grown; holding all power
in the palm of your hand

THAT’S how you finesse a narrative
you can’t keep one straight:
the story had changed before i finished my plate —
events rearranged — still
it strikes me as strange
these tactics are mangy —
go play with yourself

you gave me a reason and
ten thousand acres,
a huge plot of land full of
sprawling grey areas

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