From the Northwest corner I caught you trying
to hide the outline of your ambush
in the outline of the moon.

But I spied you careless, *******.
Fate is these next two moments
before I pump you full of death.

That middle moment is beyond me,
so bend your knee and confront the ****
***** Joke some call "free will."

And pretty please love me anyway.
We never could have changed places,
But I still hurt the same as you do.
I sweat and **** ashamed.
I hug my Mommy tightly,
trip,
stand up,
and still play to win the game.