You know what’s really sweet?
That you tip my self-esteem,
with shabby words like dirty coins
that go around from hand to hand
and make some noise but buy no joys.
A cheap woo-woo to please,
the ones that taste like cheese.
The pseudo-encouragement,
an attempt to make a compliment.
The one that we all are,
so it means nothing at all!

I don’t mean to be disrespectful
but tell me something that is helpful,
like a bunch of truthful words,
even if they smell like giant turds.
Show me how rotten you are inside,
trust me the stories that you hide.
Dare to open a garbage can
and I promise not to run.
I want to trade a chicken bone
I need to know I’m not alone.