Artemis Drifting

Just because she tippietoes, doesn't mean she's a creepin'.

Ill intent slips off of me pretty hilariously.

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I can’t do it

I’m going to get sloppy

I can’t be it

That’ll be another beer

I can’t hold it

Cheap bic lighter

and five minutes peace


I can’t help it

‘Cuz bubbling over

is just what I do

I can’t will it

All that shit I ignore

explodes into

tears or flames


I can’t beat it

You’re gonna be

so damn uncomfortable

I can’t stop it

When I run to

your rescue

I can’t perfect it

Always going to be

the sinner

and the saint.


I can’t regret it

life has no time

to waste on

manufactured shame.


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