Emo
by Margit Beetlebaum, posthumously
 

Love has been lost.
Friends have passed away.
Compassion has dissipated.

When it rains it pours and I haven’t seen the sun in a long while.

Come, my friend. Here, have a safety pin. It’s yours.

How come times have changed for the worse
When it’s so much easier to change for the better?

Let’s join our hands in fraternity (used here in the neutrum, as not to offend anyone)
And display our safety pins as signs of affection and maturity!

I had a friend once. He died.
I nearly had a girlfriend, but she stole my money.
I nearly had a boyfriend, but then being gay stopped offending the capitalists.
I nearly lived, but it was too late, for I had already been born.

Fuck, I seem to have lost one of my safety pins!

In this unsafe world they’re my only security blanket.
My real security blanket’s with the other dirty laundry, smeared with semen and tears.
 


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