do you ever get one of those feelings
like levelling up or no longer broke
countdowns up and your boost doubled
thats me when i listened and you spoke.
burn these lines and jail all poets
who cage your light before they see
then compare thee to a lousy day
sing of God to death and glee.
you finished, and i don’t get up to leave
before letting back in all those who grieve
without kissing the feet of every thief
instead of staying right there and weep.