William – it was really nothing

I saw the world in a grain of sand
All sharp edges and cancerous glass
All skin splitting shards and
William Blake jumped up and hit me
Square in the mouth, breaking teeth and crushing my lips
When I told him about it
He was down the pub, with friends
Cold Somerset cider before him
While I threw darts against myself
He laughed, they laughed
So, I told him, that fucker
That his flowery piousness offends me
Despite his beautiful words
And why doesn’t he write, of strippers and whores
and the girl behind the counter at the 7/11
So now I’m down on the floor
Brown boots kicking the shit out of me
A crescendo concerto of guilt and poor choices

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