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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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