Taut String

Sleep-deprivation.

Taut String 53

Under slept- Sinking still
Absent presence
Stinking ill.

Fuel on poison,

kick the mind.

If then was crude;

Now's twice refined.

Tour the farm, 

the pigs are blind

Toss the fat

and Chew the rind.

The road to hell 

is clearly signed,

if you're a judge

then why be kind?

Grip a bird

and break the wing

Nurse it close

and hear it sing.

I view it as a terrible thing,

to saunter life on a taut string. 

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