The Soft Hands of Stephen Miller - Pile

From a long line of translucent lizards comes our boy Stephen

That inferiority complex passed down generations

Bleakness, resilient and with teeth

Best of his class

Worked so hard to lay her over

Worthlessness

Shift past shell

Spotlight changes

Subject fraud

His impotence

Stephen, tell me 'bout your great grandmother

So help

Help

Help

Help

Help

Indulging fear professionally

We’re all railing against oblivion, Steve

You don’t have to be so vile and insufferable about it

You don’t have to be such a delicate guy

You don’t know hell

Hell

Don’t know hell