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I suppose I would like You to know that I am sorry.
That’s how all apologies and the like are supposed to begin,
With that admission of guilt or regret or something that tastes like bile
Dr. Phil and Dr. Oz
The picket-fathers of modern psychoanalysis
And medicine
Gnashing our flaws away in gory applause
You screamed at me
As the tears slowly
Streamed from your eyes
And you never told me why
All you told me is
Don't be like me baby boy
Grow up and be smart
So your kids won't steal toys
