My Inherent Decency
HI
I’M TYPICALLY PRETTY SHY
AND THAT MAKES ME A CARPET
THAT YOU HAVE TRODDEN ON
EVERY DAY SINCE I MET YOU
WITHOUT REMOVING YOUR SHOES
THAT ARE COATED IN MUD
FROM THE MELTING SNOW
AT FIRST
I COULDN’T TELL
BY AND BY
I COULD SEE YOUR FOOTSTEPS
IMPRINTED ON THE WEARING SHAG
AND JUST LIKE THAT
MELTING SNOW
IS WHAT I BECAME
MUDDY AND DEPRESSED
I LOOKED NICE AND INVITING
AND YOU TOOK ME FOR GRANTED
BUT IF I WERE A BED OF FLAMING COALS
WOULD YOU STILL STOMP
WITHOUT CAUTION?
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