at work
they want me to be
a duracell rabbit
.
what comes out is the usual guinea pig
.
at home they expect me
to bustle about
like an eager daddy penguin
.
and not like your average tipsy bullfinch
.
but my heart my
heart is free as an onion
a bulb underneath and tops on top
.
in a gently roaring nordic wind
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