Dirty Energy

I chalk one up for the loss, and move on — that easy.

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The feel of dirty energy makes my skin crawl,
and you're emanating uncontrollably.
The music reverberates,
but it doesn't drone out
your need for acceptance,
the whine in your voice,
and simple truth
that you are not a teenager anymore
but your behavior speaks
louder than you do,
and that is something
— cause your pretty fucking loud.
I am too polite and not polite enough
to give…