Payment

BURDENING
is what I do best.

Is it justice for you all to use me?

I'm sorry I gave you an inch.
Take the whole mile I own.

My money.
My jewelry.
The shirt off my back.

When will it be enough to
make up for what I've done?

What I am.

Must everybody pick at the body?
Park their car on my grave?
Leave it there so everyone
remembers it as your parking space;
Not as my place of rest.

There is no rest for the wicked.

I must be wicked.

I try to produce tears to
show you how sorry I am.

But I fail again.

Take what you must.