what
does it mean to be
a bad, bad person?
a no good **** of the earth bottom of the barrel objectively awful wretched poor excuse of a person with not a vestige of humanity in them (not even a little bit)?

mom says its when
i dont brush my teeth.
i dont brush my teeth.

girlfriend says its when
we're both at a cafe studying and she draws something on my to-go paper coffee cup when i'm in the bathroom and i don't even notice when i return sit down and take a sip.
we're both at a cafe studying and she draws something on my to-go paper coffee cup when i'm in the bathroom and i don't even notice when i return sit down and take a sip.

friend says its when
i don't put myself in the same pickle.
i don't put myself in the same pickle.

law says its when
i killed them all.
i killed them all.

how odd
even quaint
you, the paint chip
that i press against the wall
and have pressed against the wall
(and maybe will press against the wall
but
hopefully not
but
probably
but
hopefully not
but
probably)
and i would like
very much
for you
to stay pressed
holding to that perfect bit
of open space
so shaped to you
and your edges

but instead you lean
outwards
peering
not want to wear uniformity
and so you will
and so how bravely
that you, the paint chip
stand out
so caught in glory
that you don't see
i could make a bag of they, the paint chips
that you don't see
i'll just strip the whole wall
and layer it fresh
with paint
that doesn't talk back

I have come to you
Of my own accord

With broken hands and brittle heart
With fragile mind and fractioned soul

These tears of mine are part a toll
Till toll the bell o’er gentle knoll

Into the sun and by my birth
Once again a mewling foal

Fall will come and cold will break
Yet again for heaven’s sake

What, you said, with tears
Ruddy cheeks and streaky face
Who swallowed whose pride