the world is weird and it looks so smeared
upon the little purple eyes of mine
they look at me queered and so I veered
away from their dirty damn shine
but even then, they stare at me times ten
and so i stared at them back.
but even, as I fall to a den
their eyes still stab my back
I'm just a little operator
wanting not much any greater
than to be loved by all of you
can you love me too?
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the far side | poetry
Poetrydon't know what is wrong with me i feel gone i'm so reckless - a collection of poetry from the perspective of a madman
