Pushed Out

Your mommy,
your daddy
God,
that’s all you got
hold onto them
as long as you got,
through the pain,
the ridicule,
the drain.

For this world, you can
stake everything
but in the end,
it’s just heartbreak,
just blisters from
that proverbial cross,
cause going through
that grinder’s your lot,
till every bit of you
is chopped up and pushed out,
you misfit,
miscreant,
harlot.

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