A POEM

THE COLLABORATOR

If someone brings you sunshine
You are well within your rights to question where the sunshine comes from

Suspicious of good fortune, those are the flowers that appear overnight in your garden
It is not clear and I can’t fully enjoy a horse with a wide open orifice

There’s something I rather you didn’t witness first hand
Hopefully, by the time it is common knowledge, time forgives the selfish loins, the burning stake liaison

My present day self-worth is held in abeyance by experience
I sit quietly
I go to work quietly
I don’t want to draw attention to myself

However, at the first coded sign
The first message devised for people like me
I jump to my feet with terrible energy

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