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In a double breasted vest,

I’m dressed and pressed to impress

People obsessed with “best” and “less”.

Blessed,

Born under the crest

Of nepotism and incest.

While I’m secretly a nest of mess and stress.

Stressed, I’m not my best,

I’ve already confessed.

Remember the first time we undressed?

Failing to arrest the EST,

Breast thudding with so much zest

It could break my chest.

What’s next?

Unless we break the cycle of unrest,

Lie and guess,

Refuse to ingest at their behest.

Yes,

I need a rest

But it won’t coalesce

Out of a life-long jest.

Depressed by the quest,

Disappointed at best,

What’s left?

Go west?

Nevada or Cali, or Convalesce?

My reflection growing more thinly tressed?

Trying to keep sharp with crosswords and chess?

My rumination a pest,

Black flies my brain cant digest.