Now I’ve been thrusted out
A curse upon you
It’s good to know what game to play
When you bite too hard
I’ll drop my tail
And run faster
Within and out
I don’t believe in Karma
But sometimes
One strikes ironic luck
We all have roles
Yours has a name
Beast’s blonde mane
Bleached thin
Beyond the pale
Mine’s now red
Faster to surpass,
Outrun your cancer
And escape the gravity
Of your poison singularity
Where I become
Whipping girl
And soldier
Within and out
I don’t believe in Karma
But sometimes
One strikes ironic luck
Wasting you
Wasting you
Wasting you
Only you have wasted you.
