“Preacher, preacher! Fifth grade teacher!
You can’t reach me, my mom can’t neither”
—Eminem, ‘Criminal’
Hey I’ve just got back, kids,
From building all these layers (meta-verses
They may call them) of myself
Or selves or realities
Or fictions or ages or psychoses, some of it quite
Discursive un-
Kempt lines, clothes, hair (I had to make
A lot up
To get back) and what I found
Along the way was there
At the start
Anyway (I have
Some wisdom) which is
To say that it’s best to see a cry for help early.
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