My Heart and the Real World

And so my soul collapsed into a big guilt wad

Some big thunder law forces me to eat ****

And if I was a word could my letters number a hundred?

More likely coarse and guttural one syllable anglo saxon

I'm a victim of fact let's say I loved a girl

But the world was wrong and I was forced to march in line

But it felt like handcuffs

Machines disregard my pronouns

I am defeated

I am a cool damp clay