Worms that bled me white (v2)

You
put a hook in
my gut
& I mistook it for
my heart

but when spread as far & thin as dirt
life will always be a mass of confusion

Maybe it's all in the conditioning

No matter how long I’m gone
when I get back
there will always be a mess conveniently left
for me to take care of so I don’t forget
I belong   

Ego soup, w/ a side of I tried

The boss said she
missed
cabbage & blue cheese
soup, so I should
make it for dish of the week,
but I refused

since I knew the customers
better, I said:
‘it’s a waste of supplies’

what I thought
didn’t matter tho
& the night manager
would sway to her say

so
I found it growing fur
faster than any dish we made,
where it had been shoved
behind the line
of what
we did use

‘what the fuck is this trash’

heads turned from my crew
only to back away, since
upon opening, the soup
was so rancid
one of them puked
&
the other cried

the boss tried to apologize
but it was far too late,
as I was the only one
w/ the guts
to get
such a stench away
from the fragile
sensibilities
they attempted to
deny
each day


(still working out kinks in my rhyme)