Confessions from Cowardice.

Recluse, poet.

[mrnoodlespoetry]

born to be insufficient

antiquated and obsolete

before our next update.

[mrnoodlespoetry]

your special performances

were a blackened cage

that left onlookers open-

mouthed outside

the artful butcher's

and among your ribs

were straw promises

sharply sticking out

that had become masters

of their own feebleness.