We trusted you with what we love
and you broke it
jammed a fat stick in its spokes,
overwound the mechanism,
twisted the arm at a funny angle
til it snapped
haphazardly snatched at the parts
applied inappropriate glue,
pointed to one or two others, then skulked away
pretending to have never touched it,
or even been there that day
even broken its worth can still be seen
with eyes that choose to,
heard with ears not deaf from
formless brays of sycophants
who may or may not be in the mirror
we will stickle it
every little bit of it
we will fix it like new new new
Feb 2, 2022
Feb 2, 2022 at 12:41 PM UTC
We trusted you with what we love
and you broke it
jammed a fat stick in its spokes,
overwound the mechanism,
twisted the arm at a funny angle
til it snapped
haphazardly snatched at the parts
applied inappropriate glue,
pointed to one or two others, then skulked away
pretending to have never touched it,
or even been there that day
even broken its worth can still be seen
with eyes that choose to,
heard with ears not deaf from
formless brays of sycophants
who may or may not be in the mirror
we will stickle it
every little bit of it
we will fix it like new new new
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