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"1946, '56, and '77"
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Nine shitty poems. Your stripes worn down to skin,
Wore down to tissue,
Wore down to bone,
Wore down to dirt.
Leave the misery alone because people can't stand you sober.
Fat cats appointing minions to overlook your every move
Finally determining your stance on life and your outlook as well.
On the hill, where you make your last stand
Staring off to the west
To see the storm clouds roll in
Is where the gods realize the hero has arrived
That low growl realizing unwanted arrival
Hearts ache at the knowing
the knowing
