Strange, dear
stranger - to poke you is my duty
Stranger dear, your
home is my workshop
Stranger still, I
chisel you and it rips me off
Strange tools, I
strike you and get hurt hard
Rules that we
framed, engulfs us both
Civil our laws,
polite our pains
dagger not to be
seen, canines candid hidden
Murders in the mind
and blood in the eyes
Speed bumps to our
living, these all visits
After-visits full of
questions, and trivial answers
So called successes
and so called failures
Thick skin foundry
this our planned get together
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