The long spindly legs
Of our Lord Centipede
Are raw and weak from
The way they’ve been dragged
Through unforgiving ground
It imprints them with sensitivity
Till each limb is trained to dodge
The earth that makes them weak
The slick land of jealousy
Or the unsuspecting pebbles of insecurity
If a single appendage trips up
On such emotional hardships
Lord Centipede crashes
Oh so brutally down
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 6:39 PM UTC
The long spindly legs
Of our Lord Centipede
Are raw and weak from
The way they’ve been dragged
Through unforgiving ground
It imprints them with sensitivity
Till each limb is trained to dodge
The earth that makes them weak
The slick land of jealousy
Or the unsuspecting pebbles of insecurity
If a single appendage trips up
On such emotional hardships
Lord Centipede crashes
Oh so brutally down
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