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I am told bitterness and rage and envy are no way to live.
That they’re sins.
That they will only rot my heart and soul.
I can’t be made to care, though.
if a busy gun takes lives
then silent leaders do worse
they burnlives,hang knuses on the innocent
voice your pain,or get blessed with a curse
blood sheds schools
we elected fools
By the time you read this I’ll be alive, but I suppose that won’t always be the case. Death is as inescapable as tuna casserole at least once a season or as unavoidable as smiling when you see that person, at least just a little.
We don't live,
So much as steal air
from trees
Who are far better
At doing their job
Then we.
The Little Mermaid shimmers and sings
Floating upon the surface
A new species of Jellyfish?
Inquisitive Mermaid swims up the water column
