Two excerpts from "The Phoenix Papers":
The Moon is weeping,
while most dear Children are sleeping.
Some sleep more soundly,
because of what they are reaping.
Other children toss and turn, most perturbed;
another fitful night’s slumber has been disturbed;
Anxiety
over insidious day’s deeds:
Evil desires and intentions, they did run uncurbed.
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Fated to the sidelines
of this rough Love Game.
I cry “Foul!” but
the shit’s still the same.
I ask the Team Doctors: Ruth, Phil, and Drew,
if I will ever be released from this injured reserved Hell-Pen.
They hem and haw, and shove false hope into maw.
I’m pissed that Team Hetero has benched me again!
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Very nice.