It comes in cool green wrapping paper.
It�s not Christmas.
What did I do to deserve a present �
offered white-gloved, palms up and open?
flicking off tenacious tape,
I�m surprised to find
it�s a box of prickly red help;
the kind that draws blood if you accept it.
And it has matching leg-irons.
You shouldn�t have.
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