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Ezekiel J. Krahlin


©1998 by Ezekiel J. Krahlin

My parents are the status quo
That makes me into a child of woe.

My brother is a former jock,
Now potbellied and cold as rock.

My shrink says my insanity
Can all be cured by chemistry.

My brothers use their sex and faces
To say I have no saving graces.

The State of California owns me
But certainly does not condone me.

My building managers are alcoholic bitches
Inflicting wounds that can't be healed by stitches.

But worst of all, the man I love
Tears my wings, like hawk-to-dove.