You have no shame
You have no light
You project black light, infrared hostility
It shows us all the people we would rather not be
You have no shame
You have no sense of propriety
You make a garish spectacle, technicolor embarrassment
I would shy away from you if I wasn't attached by umbilical duty
You are a burden that complains often like the old man Sinbad gave a ride to
He refused to get off Sinbad's shoulders after they crossed the river
I couldn't pry you off mine
I couldn't tell you that you have no shame because you also have no self-awareness
Think all is well and good in cloistered communities of commitment
You have no shame
You put a bullseye on my chest but aim for my head
You hit neither
However, the bystanders were collateral damage
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