Harpy


I drink the Jamaican rum
from my parent's liquor reserve

The selection is pitiful
Now, what's up with global capital?

Classless, hated by my hanging around
No respect for my privacy,

Saw my mom in a closet in a dream.
I affirmed heaven for her

God needed my help when I was
just a seed.

Now, blame holds onto me
Harping down on need.

A cat shakes its head, in
need on

the hand wriggling

release.

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