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Humility II
The Dime
wilowisp
To the Butcher Block

I keep a butcher in my blood for times like these
Times when my fleshy body betrays my fragile self image

My shoulders grow too broad at times
But at least the answer is simple
My shoulders grow too broad from carrying all that worthless pride
So carve, carve
Butcher
Knife to shoulder, blade to blade
as if an oracle were waiting for you on the cracking, bleached bone

I keep knives in my ink for times like these
Times when every inch of me is plain-wide and a target to be struck

My middle lays too thick at times
But I have my solution at hand
My middle lays too thick from eating all that past contentment
So carve, carve
Butcher
Slim away my gut to nothing
hollowing my stomach to a cavern where quiet obligation will lay flat

I keep whetstones in my mirror for times like these
Times when it becomes too clear that I do not belong here

My feet swell too fat at times
But we know who can remedy that
My feet swell to fat from lazing on beaches of sloth
So carve, carve
Butcher
These are feet I never wish to see again
make me something softer like a ballerina’s breath

I keep a butcher in my blood for times like these
to cut off my dangling limbs,
gargantuan hands, corpulent neck
round jawline, and of course
my clumsy tongue
Lead me to the butcher block
Butcher
and make me anew

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Getting better. Actually took my time outside with this one. Unsure about how the three body stanzas (shoulder, middle, feet) balance each other out length-wise. May have to expand on a few lines along the way.

Very nice. Keep up the good work.

"Look to me! Who is this under my knife!"
- Bill the Butcher, Gangs of New York

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