Minor Inconvenience Poem by Jesper Crane

Minor Inconvenience



The slightest strain has sent
My entrails splayed on the tile floor

Oh how I try to wind
Melancholy my guts and gore back inside

But my tears have stained the floor
And evermore I shall slip and fail

Baying wails of defeat
Throw my intestines back onto the tile floor

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