My heart is

Band-aids, bruises, gasoline

Spilled on hands and picked from knees

It’s nothing but a mystery

Why you would wish to take from me

What I have deigned to throw away

It’s my trash still, I have a say

So I’d invite your dirty paws

To disengage inserted claws

Before I aim this tongue at you

And let the venom out and through

A bullet is too good, it’s true

Too fast, and much too final



About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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