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Dogs 2016

ANGELS OF CORRUPTION
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they
speak to me
often

I don't
actually hear
their voices

but feel
the words
brushing against
my forehead

I know
what they're
saying

they tell me
that these things
I've been doing
for my entire
existence

are useless

are lies

the multitude
of musts

the cornucopia
of conventions

bathing
dressing
working
chatting
shopping
paying bills
mowing the yard
cleaning the house
yielding to the right
responding in kind

turning
the other cheek

all pointless

big
fucking jokes

their urgings
do affect me

I've come
to believe
them

absolutely

but I'm
afraid

afraid
of letting
go

of being
ostracized

committed

arrested

still
they preach
to me

buffeting
my brain
with the breeze
of doubt

they're
breaking me

I wonder
if I'm going
insane

or have
simply
been that way
all
of my life