Pride

If you could mention the unmentionable,
question the unquenchable,
touch the heart that beats with the death threat tether,

kings cleave, women weave, cold air breathes, leaves bereave,
fencing surrounds your heart like art,
Deco, modern, warm and confusing,
never exactly sure what we're losing,

to the past, present, future tense,
the time lost, and the money spent,
go to church, make sure to repent,

bend at the knees, but dont' break,
shatter like ice sculptures next to a wedding cake,
tell lies to the ones you wish to placate,
and stay up all night, fuming, irate,
at yourself.
You can't help it, but you eat yourself alive.

Fuck Pride