please,
please dont bestow upon me
your pompery

what words i have
are not for the pompous
the pius or the proud
i’m just a lost bird
in this frightening forest
a feather sharply
stabbed to the back of my throat
where i’m singing
& gagging
all at once
amid all this
prestige & preening

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