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The Visitor in My Ear
my middle ear appears to have a strange visitor
it wants a fish supper or steak for Sunday dinner
it likes to wake up and drink makeup from clay cups
it jumps and interrupts my inner lumps and bumps
.
my visitor reduces juices of bruises it produces
it loosens excuses to avoid solutions with dilutions
it likes to sleep in a heap, counting sheep while I sleep
as it keeps a cheap technique to tweak its beak
.
it rolls to my nose through holes in my moles
looking for trolls, but instead, it finds gnomes
it prepares to go back to my ear, wondering if anyone’s there
it slips on a tear, saying a prayer for life being unfair
.
the visitor needs sleep to keep playing its songs on repeat
its feet are complete with sweet beats to compete, not mistreat
looking in the mirror, it sees a silver pitcher almost simmered
it sees its image clearer and starts to reconsider being a visitor
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