My soul is a gremlin

My soul is a gremlin
who downs protein drinks
and forgets what month it is
or if they put on deodorant

my soul is a salt mine
filled with jealousy of
the kids whose eyes
could stay on the page

my soul is a vending machine
they shake to get Pepsi-anxiety,
Coca-Cowering, or a Sprite-graine,
let the cans bounce down

my soul is a voodoo doll
that stabs itself with
their own pins because
they cannot stab the world

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