Bore

Mother bore the baby for
A chicken in the pot
It's the crown of what we all create
When letting turns to clot

And we do these things
So we don't have to be alone

Someone's in the corner
Paper plate and plastic knife
Devours sides of promise
Leaves the foil on the rice

And we do these things
So we don't have to be alone
We do these things
To make our presence known
When we're invisible
And heads will roll
No matter how it stops
I will be physically
Beside myself

And we do these things
So we don't have to be afraid
We force someone
To rise and say our names
Like we saved the world
When nothing could
Be easier
Than getting in
Over your head