I smile two sharpened daggers
That stagger hearts into hungers
But in spite of an all natural allure
I can play it cool but I can't be full.
I can taxiderm like birds
And be feather filled with quills
But the hills I can't climb are alive
Against my strive and I am dyed.
I can bend without breaking
But with no breath-taking
My fluffy tail is stale, shiny
And o so smooth.
I wear a thin hole through my claws
And give great pause to fleeting agonies
Assured for bitter melodies
Because everything is nuts
And I can't eat.
No treaty will treat me
Because I am not
Real.
No deal made can save me
From my Pinocchio ache
Because I melt in the sun
And lie to myself daily.
I know me and no me
Can be more than processed fuel
And a cool sip of China hieroglyphs
And a snapped left pinky.
I'm half and hollow as empty nuts
And with no guts to give me gull,
I'll fall in the brawl and crawl
Away stuck. Stuck to my own trees.
The disease left to me is to flee
And hope for a rope to dangle
My fake cage against the gravity
Of the situation.
Ah nuts.
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