call it a rewatch of a shitty movie
that had a predictable ending the first time
an endless regifting of love
me to you to her to him
a sweet package with a bow
never meant for its final recipient
and of course he won’t want it
it’s monogrammed with your initials
call it a foolish child
whose best friend won’t come and play
she calls you on the phone
to tell you she’d rather see katie
but since you’re around
she guesses you’ll do
call it an ugly trophy
the sport is anticipating needs
and fulfilling desires
and you are the mvp
because your teammates benched
themselves in the first quarter
the academy award
for placing one’s own heart
at the bottom of one’s priorities
goes to you
call it a gluttonous monarch
at the head of a laconic feudal system
she pays him and you pay her and i pay you
the taxes are especially taxing
the closer you get to the throne
the king is dead
long live the king
mattress dungeon 
Great post 😁
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