there's a demon in me

that shits through my mouth

and calls it profound utterance


it entered me when I was 12

and I chose the flesh over the spirit

so I embraced what Leonard once called

the alibi of the artist


and now a demon mocks me

and all the utterance I can make at the moment is

ain't this the shit?




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