The future was today and yesterday,
history unfolds each moment, right now,
every ten, twenty, thirty years, look back,
forget about choices made, so they say,
under duress, by mistake, decisions
take a turn for the worse, ask Mr. Gao,
under the sweat of his brow does he track
receipts for the owner of the bookstore,
every consequence comes from intentions,
we believe today is not yesterday,
and today will never be tomorrow,
still, it must be said that we cannot say
today is not yesterday, the sorrow
of decades past, chosen in times of yore,
decided in the same way we do now,
ask Mr. Gao, he tracks the old accounts,
yesterday must account for the present,
ask Mr. Gao, he slaughters an old sow,
never letting blood stain his hands, he cuts
decisively, sticking to what amounts
yesterday, as they say, as time well spent,
enter the abattoir to butcher life,
save your morality and clean the guts,
take turns with Mr. Gao, boning the hog,
even if you are squeamish, do your job,
remember a pig died, not a hound dog,
do your work, get it done, your heart may throb,
ask Mr. Gao how to slice with a knife,
yesterday is not today, so they say.
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