Excretion Poem by Bianca Free

I could swallow a sea of comparisons

And gain fifty pounds of worry,

But even becoming ill would not hinder me

From wanting to stomach more, until I’ve had the most

Or from wanting to climb ever higher

Just to be nearer and see it clearer

Than everyone else

But God how it’s making me sick

This stuff is shifting in my bowels and

Jumping on my head

Whispering abasing words

Like they’re all so much better

But after years of discontentment

And disappointment

I don’t care much

I just want to be rid of the weight

They can be the victors to the very end

And compete forever and wildly celebrate

But I will forfeit, and finally ease the pain

By excreting this sea of comparisons