He's an accidental atrocity, the imperfect storm,
Too busy sweating all over you to keep you warm.
He's so good at dividing, he lives in the rifts.
The weight of him presses you, grinds down, trashes gifts
In the most uncaringly clumsy of ways and means –
He treats everything the way plumbers treat jeans.
He spills and consumes. He lacks interest; it's just his way.
He wipes his mouth with his world, his friends. He leaves a stain.
Too busy sweating all over you to keep you warm.
He's so good at dividing, he lives in the rifts.
The weight of him presses you, grinds down, trashes gifts
In the most uncaringly clumsy of ways and means –
He treats everything the way plumbers treat jeans.
He spills and consumes. He lacks interest; it's just his way.
He wipes his mouth with his world, his friends. He leaves a stain.
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