Like lemon juice on a wound
I will work until blood comes out from my tear ducts
Enlarge lengthen strengthen
Perhaps, it is not yet time to say:
multiply me an entity
Pursuit of excellence, that I may
impart to the world; she needs a living
which only a Protestant work-ethic will bring
Tonight I toil still,
thankfully not as a dung beetle in a shitpool:
As a dignified human who almost breaks in glass shards.
of shitpool and dung... you have a way of incorporating dirty things into poetry.
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