THE CHOIR BEDTIME STORY
They’re laughing at me
Behind my back –
Like the blur at the corner of my eye
It’s just too much
The rope is slack
My rhyming is my last goodbye.
Around my neck
I hear a shriek
That piercing sound’s my only friend
The noose is tight
The world is bleak
At least the whispers now will end.
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