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Sometimes I’d like to give trouble a taste of its own medicine

I’d take a knife to that fight, a taser, a gun,

and even then it’d still probably win

it seems

Indiana Jones couldn’t even kick trouble in the shin

and its a sin

how many times we’ve mastered our fantasies but

felled them on a sword in execution

There’s a tremble, it’s terrible and shakes the foundations of your soul

making you drink in alleys sometimes

other times clinging for life on a stripper pole

But we’ve all got to pay for college some way

and it can’t all be on a silver platter

because if you get a taste for it

whole other problems arise

to become the matter

At hand, we’ve got ten digits used mostly to turn off the lights

left on too long by people who needed comfort in these dim

nights, a blue sky and sunny day can never come fast enough

when the measure of a man is shallow, what people do next

to him’s going to feel rough

and

even though we’re not all on the suit and tie high

we’ve got dignity worth preservation

outside of the box, because inside is where we shit the most

We’re viruses with shoes and these bodies are the host

Trembling, manufacturing goals and taking different bribes

off different doles

accruing rolex watches or rolls of fat and in seconds flat it’s decided

what we’ve dreamt up

is ultimately derided,

by others if it succeeds

and if you fail by

yourself, when it bleeds.

You dive at the small creature and make contact, much to your surprise. You hear a screech, as you seem to have surprised it, and it begins the tear at the flesh of your hands. You feel your adrenaline start to pump as you feel the warm sensation go up the back of your neck. This creature knows what is about to happen and it is fighting with all its might. You smash it against the wall and here a satisfying crunch. But the creature is still struggling, you grimace as you smash it again and again wishing to end it's agony quickly.
Once it finally stops resisting and you are confident it is dead you sniff the creature and nearly wretch. This thing smells foul and if you weren't starving you couldn't even imagine eating it. As you take your first bite you feel your stomach turn as you feel the popping sensation in your mouth. Blood flows from your mouth and your eyes burn. You assume you must be crying. Your body begins to gag and you struggle to keep the meat down, you can't afford to lose any nutrients. After eating as much as you can possibly stomach you crawl to the corner and hold yourself; the pain in your stomach is gone.
The door opens and light floods the room you shield your eyes and hear a man's voice. "Ah, for fucks sake what did you get into?" You can tell it's a man's voice, still blinded by the light you can only male out his silhouette, he is a mountain of a man, nearly blocking out the light as he comes through the door.
"Well, hopefully it doesn't upset your stomach too much, but here is some food." He lays down a platter with a potato, cabbage, and bread.