smoothing out the rough edges of hell
so the cowards and nut-jobs
can believe they, too, are "special"
and justify their worthlessness
by romanticizing it in your words
as if living in abject ignorance
in a love affair with depravity
based on the high quality of your despair
shows self sacrifice and honor
in the "gimme-gimme" Paris Hilton world
of any attention is good attention
they will sit outside your door
whores to the cynical cries of
it's not my fault, God made me this way
like Penelope's gluttonous suitors
gorging on your heaping trash bags
of discarded compassion and hope
oblivious to Odysseus bow
being strung to fill them
with arrows of a type of truth
not contained in the smoothed out version
how utterly shocked they will be
to find you were a liar
Bronze trophy winner
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