End of Our Rope Is a Noose, The

Goodbye to his starving concrete male lows
 Resign all need for bargaining with an open door
 To a closet full of all the things he wrote as a kid
 I can't believe what it did
 Whole arachnid-eyed spinnerets form: the motive slips
 The bugs become the end, they eat you
 Glued by the palms to a dinner-plate passive meat
 Shrewd likeness arms him like a runaway, rampant glories
 Nothing short of a forced-drum drama vibe wished goodbye
 The knot that never comes untied
 Leaves feelings I know someone else has lied
 About who you are and what you know
 The whitest lies are blinding snows
 Eyed in the mockery of his prey
 Fevered company with an array of wretched-looking
 Sister faces, breathing the air of scare and tyranny
 He hunched right over, for me to use his back and write
 Out the eviction notice from my heart; no remorse
 The "I's" were dotted with poignant stabs
 All the things that I wrote as a kid
 I can't believe what it did to you
 Low and behold, the end of our rope is a noose
 I chased him right back into eternal peace
 And sealed that closet door