Purge the Bile

It’s been a while

Since I’ve purged this bile

It’s vile, the gile, it piles and piles

I’ll vial and sell with denial

That it’ll never be heard

But that is absurd

I don’t know when to quiet

Don’t know when to quit

I wake the children when I talk

I take the attention when I balk

“Why don’t you conform?

Why can’t you be warm?”

Because I’ve been warned

My feelings are frayed and worn

I’m no longer torn

My soul is a storm

Hail, rain, hell, and pain

I strain and abstain

Stay away from the masses

Stray away from my pasts

I’m back to my writing urges

Stand back as my pen purges

Lord Bugg