strike zone
implacable and mercilessyour condemnation falls
upon my unprotected head
a tangible weight
I seem to carry it the extra mile
like conscripted Roman citizens
stuck carrying your baggage
drafted, coerced
press-ganged into service
endlessly gratifying
your vapid hunger for
domineered, engineered validation
tight, the grasp of a benevolent dictator
on my personal liberties
you love me, you say
as though I've not yet understood
recognized your love is a tool
a weapon of mass manipulation
so, what's new? maybe...
that I have no more strike zone
so fire away
make it a kill shot
you can bury me here
under the weight
of your damaged luggage
my head stone
how apropos
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