a crumudgeon lives under my skin
nothing is good, nothing is right
there is more of anything wrong
more sickness, more evil,
more swearing, more breakdowns,
more thiefs, more crooks,
more, more, more
there is less too
less compliments, less thank yous
less smiling, less companionship
less achievement, less enjoyment
It is like a contest in ugly
who wants to compete?
he spent years burrowing in
by pushing my sacred out
I need giant tweezers
and a spine?
can we reside side by side
if I put on heavy armor?
deaf, mute, and blind
to the spiral death call