What is this
Lumpy red.... thing...
In my hand...
It beats
It bleeds
It is dripping
On the floor
(I just cleaned there)
What a mess
I confess
I don't understand the function
Of this thumping.... thing.
There are trails leading in
And out
But what is more
It is crying
Laughing
Loving
Lying
It is
A disaster of a thing
But what is worse
Than the mess it's making
Is the pathetic fact
That I am a slave
To its rhythm
Its endless
Unending
Thump...
Thump...
Thunk...
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