I smear WELCOME on my forehead
spread myself on the ground
so good at following directions
I tell myself
I have no purpose
but to wipe away all traces of an unclean world
with my willing smile
my sacred act of hair and tears
so go ahead, grind your heel
into my spleen
thatโs what itโs for
mmm, your shoe leather tastes heavenly
You taught me how blessed I am
to usher you into sky-high offices
where decisions are made, at mahogany desksย
that cradle your gleaming wingtips
licked clean by genuflectingย
generations of meek inheritorsย
who cough up ash and believe what you sayย
and besides,
your foot on my solar plexus
doesnโt hurt at all, and
I can always shower later
when the earth is mine
I tell myself
I tell myself