If it helps you classify me, then by all means tie

an armband with a yellow star around my biceps

and shoot me down with a ravenous bully boy glee upon

your myopic thousand yard stare, which in reality matches the

colour of your eyes as they glaze over as I answer your questions

as I think of the day when I will forgive you.

It will burn you alive and if it helps in your suffering,

I shall wear armbands all the way down my naked torso