Please allow me in,
I’ve been begging for weeks.
My skin is welted, my knees
Are as pale as a Frigidaire.
Please allow me in.
I’ve received my wings
From the pilot, I know how
To safely handle a flare.
Please, please allow me in.
I’ve got the Book of the Dead
Stuck in my head, I cannot see
How this is going to end.
All hope is scattered like flecks
Of paint on a lawn, my knuckles
Can no longer think for themselves.
Please allow me in.
Will you reach with a moonbeam
And flick the deadbolt like only you can?
I’ve got my dunce hat in hand.
Please allow me in.
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