Hide me.
Solitary.
I want the Lubyanka
Or Lefortovo
A punishment cell
No sleep for days
And a crippling beating
From the gentleman Chekists
Because then
My whining
And my moaning
Would be genuine:
I could be excused
For reckless
Self-indulgence
And an ego
I abhor, and if
My martyrdom
Could be more genuine
Then I could be
Slightly
Content.

I would be vindicated.