blue birthday cake (distrust)

he hid the limits of his trust

in my little closet

where his wicked eyes

they saw someone he could lock up

delivering a twisted truth

to his paranoid mind

refusing me to interfere

and my voice crackling in the receiver

stripped him of everything he needed

debauching his judgment

to the imminent extent

cackles in his ear

got mixed up with his mother mixing the dough –

birthday each day was supposed to mean

justifying his life as a family man;

so let’s drink to his health

depraved, destructive, anointed

with all kinds of speckled stuff

for beginners in the inner world;

got off on the wrong foot

it was a serious mistake

for which he now has to pay

eternally

with me getting off this paranoid train

whose fate will remain unknown to me

I can definitely handle it

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