Pulverize my heart
Pulverize my heart upon the butcher’s board.
Add your tenderizer and throw my wicked heart upon the wall
Then smother it in dusty grovel until I choke.
Beat me until tender, and I cough blood onto my own carcass.
Pummel my pride into powder till I do not serve my selfish self.
Stack another thing
Stack another thing on the desk or under another
The amount of stuff I collect could smother
Any run of the mill other
Could I ever find if I needed the next day
Proper place is over there, but I may
Stop at my comfy bed on the way
This pile, that pile can wait a day.