Oh, how I love my dirty cheek

If you only knew
how I love my dirty cheek.
Stained by minor abominations.
Harassment of human beings
as a misanthropic form of entertainment.

One dirty tongue
makes sludgy words,
spreading them among the same.

Oh,
how I love when I hear
something new about myself.
Never from the same people,
always from others,
among the same.

How I love that filth,
when I inspire by my appearance
the ones who inspire me.

I love my dirty cheek.
She is…
All their identities
stop at three full stops.
But I stand in all of that
they think they know.

Oh, how I love being the Word.
Just two words.
A bunch of rodents,
chew my name and surname,
boasting that I am their bone.

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