eleven

I have heard apology 

Flick from your tongue 

Flick and bounce on 

the ground like

Pocket change 

Like what is leftover 

I cannot inhale 

Anymore pity 

It has turned my 

Stomach to acid 

I am poisoned by

This time it will be 

This time it will be 

This time it will be 

Cracks the drum 

Of my ears 

Say it louder 

one more time 

Maybe it will become 

A pledge of allegiance 

To my tolerance 

To my “okay”

Do I get a donkey and 

40 acres for picking 

The good parts 

For collecting as much as I 

Could, to turn into 

Something to cover my

Eyes with

Kind sir 

Might you give anything 

in exchange for my time