Friday, September 5, 2025

Before I Was A Sergeant

I loved to dance, I recalled today
From my cave of shame
I veiled the mirrors,
Skirting my own gaze

A rotten twirl ballooned in my gut
The terrible spin inside me reigned
Nomadic like the wind

This stumbling, lilting feeling
Took bolt cutters to my shackles
That the soldier chained me with

Of course, guilt rose in my chest
Of stupidity, of ugliness
So I puked it up and shuffled
Shimmied on that shit

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