Don't place me on a pedestal.
Please, because I'm really, truly not--
some sort of magnificent spectacle.
I'm human, in case you have forgot.

I have a mind, a heart, a soul,
I'm flesh and blood, and furthermore,
if you wound me with a bullet hole,
from the wound will crimson pour.

If you must place me on that pedestal,
You must remember at all costs,
That it's just a dream, my true self is despicable--
Praises given, grieve me as I am a cause long lost.
Fuzzies Fuzzies
61-65, M
May 4, 2012