Build your House of Snoot
Gnawed ant rafters, rotting rain sills
Bent blue blood nails, chipped chalky paint
Your moldy hoarder junk piles hidden
Drunk on keeping old tropes
Riding your sun bleached white horse around our shabby town
Looking down your crooked and warted nose
Dumping on lawns and barking at all the mangy dogs you see
Yes, we're imperfect
Yes, we smell
You judge to justify your flaws
You warm your buttocks on your pillows of raven feathers
Old and not yet wise enough to embrace your place with the herd
Flawed like the rest of the insects
Who are proud of being human
Proud of being ugly
And oh so beautiful
Left justified


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