Paper Cuts
At my feeding timeShe pushed food through the doorAnd I crawl towards the crack of lightSometimes I can't find my wayNewspapers spread around soaking all that they canA cleaning is due again, a good hosing down
The lady whom I feel maternal love forCan not look me in the eyesBut I see hers and they are blueAnd they cock and twitch and masturbate
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Black windows of paint I scratched with my nailsI see others just like me, why do they not try to escape?They bring out the older ones, they point in my wayThey come with a flash of light and take my family away
And very later I have learned toAccept some friends or ridiculeMy whole existence is for your amusementAnd that is why I'm here with you
To takeMe withYou're right
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