turn the other cheek
*SLAP*
turn it!
*SLAP*
you turned it. now, set
your own face on fire
*SLAP*
do it now, you will
*SLAP*
listen to your righteous self-
*SLAP*
congratulating
*SLAP*
moralistic high-
horsed holier than
*SLAP*
floating up above so high
like a diamond in daddy's eye
like a sheep whose sacrifice
is an artificial edifice
a cracking, fading façade fronting
for prideful other-self-worshipping
tied your hands and works your mouth
sends your dreams to that dreary south
while you stand gaping, waiting praying
for everything you know is true
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