Hooked Gut

 attaching to the center 

the center of my gut

with a feeling belief

that makes a sense or

feeling that stays away

knowing the source

the source of the doubt 

the doubt of the source I have 

that the source has about me

within a belief within a doubt

with absoluteness and without a sniff

there is a doubt I ain't the stupid one

but as so do you and so do I

theres no reason to hide

just got back from smart school

where stupid won't survive 

being too smart ain't an object in my mind

but being myself is nice so take no peeks inside

mind your own, your beeswax and shit

because when and does it happen

your mom made you shit

because she created you and fed you her boob

or maybe formula, but doesn't matter it's the truth

then you took a shit, because she created you

and as if you didn't care, you sniffed your own hair

because you didn't wash it, in afterbirth care

you dad sniffs your sniff and sniffs like he's quick

at judging what he smells as if he created it

he has no quarrel with neglecting your mind

he makes shit up and you, later, die inside

stupid little shit, you have no idea you sit around making noise, as if you have a semblance of a cent

of advice to yourself, which you never have, so take a seat, a rain check, on your life you waste right here.