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I can’t take all this talk of fidelity.
Why is it making my rhymes bail on me?
Fail on me? Dwell on me? Wail on me?
Vent your indignation on my harking ears.
Why won’t you tell me stories behind your years?
About your fears? All your peers? Of your tears?
Are all your thoughts arranged and kept intact?
You see me on the street; how do you react?
Flee to pack? Act all wacked? Or marvel fact?
Your hatred and sorrow burns for me inside.
What are you going to do when our paths collide?
Not abide? Run and hide?
To see what died after you lied?
March 21, 2003
