I have heard what you have had to say
when your mouth forms foam around the edges
and your voice becomes serious.
I have listened to your rants
how you've been fucked
how we are all fucked:
"We live inside of a machine"
"We are monkeys programmed by the past"
And I remember your anger
and laughter together
embraced in a dance
I walk to the top of the hill
where the stores sell beer
and cigarettes:
I realize that
for all of your rage
your threats
and your jeers
you have forgotten
but one thing:
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