i am a body and i
want to live in a
morgue
with the examiners
and the magic men
and the words below
my feet
i am a corpse in an
office job who can't
seem to escape
but my body's rotten
and my muscles don't
work
and i've atrophied both
of my legs, and i'm still
yet restless, not breathing
and i want to be free
of the hands hanging low
at the sides of my waist
doing nothing
just rotting
away