Nervous

The long spindle stinger is

Stabbing through my back –

I was born circumcised sir

And don’t forget that.

I could run a government

Express delicate threads

Ions looping and dancing and

Halt to where Lysine embeds.

I could topple corrupt regimes

I could run for public service

I could serve a worthy cause

If I weren't so goddamn nervous. 

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