Opportunity knocks my obstinate head in again and again when the time comes round the bend the eternal return of the same like a game heretofore known as slam the front door in my face later known to others especially people who never call me back who write Dear John by pen remember my birthday seven months too late as burn me in effigy simply because I am not you I am not kin not foe nor even friend
Remind me the reason I am alive with you here standing before me even a glance will do but you give the hard stare as if I were to blame generally for the ills of the world they are mine and mine alone brother as you keep up the glare as if I were a freak who fell down the staircase really I fell from stars racing the galaxy with speed out of sheer glee damned if I will give in to ignorance and hate these messages you send
Butcher the homeowner before he hears the cat her meow an army entitled to settle to quarter for lodging in his house during war for peace no one shall find in our own day and time the house splintered to bits order the troops entrance to dine at the table they demand extra space remain available to play their wartime games some hide under the floor entranced by the ghost dance non-immigrant natives display as spirits flit
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