I arrive inside the excitement of a crowd.
I seldom shrug at jokes,
I forget my thoughts leak out through my mouth.
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I appreciate a well-said,
‘sharp as a tack,’
Wit-smeared phrase
Because to me,
They mean the most.
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Ive got teeth for the discomfort
In a heart-felt compliment.
The flinch in sharing straws, stumbling over the smack of chewing noises.
Lying about dirty stories,
And being caught staring instead of glancing.
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I cross my legs, and
Rest my head on my hands,
In a well-said,
‘Clever as a knife,’
Wit-dipped and flung phrase
Because then,
I can feel like I’m forged the same.
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I enjoy stirring up excitement
Inside a bored tavern-
Oh fuck it,
I’m sick of this
I’m tired of butchering it,
I keep choking, slipping, and
Stuttering,
I’m tired of wearing this
Tattered pattern out.
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I seethe over a poorly said,
‘Dull as a rock,’
Wit-free, plain phrase
Because then,
It’s rusted, blunt edge
Doesn’t just mimic my blade.