Poem: Lay it to rest

I’ve been laid bare, laid out, and laid off but I’ve never laid down, never given up, never let the world take me away. 

I’ve got an axe to grind, a score to settle, and a bone to pick with you, but in the end I picked my grave, and the dust settled, and all I had were my own bones to rattle.   

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