I shovel myself out.

All these standards to live by
all these standards to fall beneath
I shovel myself out several nights a week
buried by perfectionists
buried by misconceptions
the dirt has reached my lungs
I exhale dust
I feel ok
no forget that I feel exceptional
I feel freed
as I say never
I don’t want the tombstone
caskets are hazardous to natural decomposing
I won’t compromise this
don’t spend the money at a crematory either
just light my body on fire
and piss all over it
isn’t that what we all do metaphorically
what’s ok for you
shall never be ok for me
and vice versa
yea I’ll never lie
I’m not above gossip
if only I was a class above the standards
instead I’ll invest in a better shovel
and a vacuum
to decompress my lungs
in order to stand another day.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Published by Tina

I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing.

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