WRAP YOU IN THE RAGS OF RESTLESSNESS

My gifts, with
good grace surface
un-hinted, a paltry
parting blow, behold:

INSECURITY
doin' the bruised jig
of what's wrong with me

LOATHING
foaming from the orifice
fit for public office

REGRET
having strained, stained,
taking great pains to get here

SHAME
for floated dollar, for ruinous
cellar, for dreaming of hell

All yours! Ain't they cute?
Shoot, I'm gonna miss em.
Take em before I change my mind.
Don't feed em after midnight.
They are liable to alternate.
They piss everywhere.

And if one of em dies
the rest go too.