Examine your shortcomings and
ponder the details of every fuck-up
until your self-esteem plummets and
you begin to itch at the thought of
how filthy you must appear to others
like you have bugs crawling all over
your greasy, smudged skin.

Be so ruthless in your evaluation that
you wonder why your parents didn’t
do the world a favor and drown you
in the bath before you could grow up
and become the festering sore you
see when you look in the mirror.

Overturn every rock to find the
creepy-crawly horrors hiding from
the light of truthful inquiry and
watch your secrets scurry away
on a hundred legs.

When you’ve found every blotch
and stain on your conscience and
you feel fully disgusted with yourself
just take a deep breath.

Dr. Seuss drove his wife to suicide
but he’s still remembered as
a hero by millions of children.

The report of misconduct you’ve compiled
will be suppressed by kindness and time.

You will not be remembered for your sins.


About semiblind

Bringing you stark existentialism since 1981.
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