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To your fears... |
8-5-22 Welcome to the shitshow; the world is a zoo. I greet you with the mic check one-two one-two just to see who's listening and who's being listened to. I never bore a child; I respect you if you did or didn't. It's not my place. I stared death in the eye and kicked it in the phases of the face, of the tail, of its tumultuous pace. I don't smile much but I don't need to. Everything you do has been done before; you're the read-through. Panic is my middle name; attack is my last. I am apparently not a parent and I'm happy that you asked. I don't suffer discomfort gladly and I'd never let it pass on to another one, a daughter or a shining sun. I'd be something of a masochist; a schism. Table for one. I can only function as a mouth. I'm not a spout or a demon ready to sprout. You can fight the battle and send your kids to war. I will not be replicated to duplicate the chore of whatever we're mad about today and forever more. |
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