I Have a Kid, Sir.

Steele

If I don’t spread the

seed in the backyard,

the birds find it elsewhere.


One of them whispered to

me when I was hurting

myself.


She explained the

whole thing. Made

it clear.


So I won’t fold my

hands and be grateful. All

the food I can eat

is already mine. And if I

have to open your

body to get it,


I sure as fuck will.

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