Bunny Boots

Days go by

These thieves

Dressed in sleeves of white

Stand on

Chests of heaving sighs

Night trips

Followed closely by

White sleeved, thick thieves hum

Swallowing words

That stick in your lungs

Find it all

In a mess on the tables

Are turning

It sounds like you've said this a hundred times

Each louder, more boring

The twitch, the itch

The sting, smooth stump

Sick lung, the hum

With some, without

Thick dumb, smooth stump

So loud, without

These thieves

Dressed in sleeves of white

Stand on chests of heaving sighs

Night trips, followed closely by

White sleeved, thick thieves hum

Swallowing words

That stick in your lungs

Find it all

In a mess on the tables

Are turning

It sounds like you've said this a hundred times

Each louder, more boring

And high