Spur or sour,

both are sharp

and shaped like me,

and taste like me,

either way ,

either way both are melodic; metallic.

either way both are albatrosses

in their own right.

Instead they are weighed down by me.

Instead they are accompanied by me.

I’d keep going if anyone would (will?) let me ,

when I drag ( dragged?) me down.

and I hate where it comes from sometimes,

all of it (me) floating upwards of course ,

and I think were at point where most people would get lost

because it sounds better that way