The Mirror
Mark Lenover
There are cowards in my mirror
and they all look just like me
They put poison in the pantry
They slipped scissors up my sleeves
They cut themselves regularly
They're all skin and bones
There are cowards in my mirror
and they won't leave me alone
There are cowards in the mirror
fat with rotted cattle fodder
They put worms in all the apples
They put salt in all the water
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