Forgot to change my oil,
now I'm seizing up;
eventually I'll stop running
altogether; frozen, limping
from bruises you created.
Praying for an exorcism that
never comes, retching to
rid demons once more,
then I remember alone I am
weak; you are isolated-
together we are strong.
Let's paint together; sculpt
a model worthy of worship,
no need for much room on
the canvas, admiration and
beauty we'll produce, where
our number doesn't need to
be feared or ashamed.
