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Hey, I think

I’m beginning to emerge

as an American antihero

I mean, Dostoevski

wrote Notes from Underground

Nietzsche had a warped Superman

& the Romantics with

their delusion of grandeur.

Hamsun ate his own flesh

And me, I pose no threat

of transcendence

I wallow specifically

in the bowels of society

I echo Babbitt

with all the pretense in tact

I couldn’t save myself

much less the world

I smoke dope in moderation

& the stench of cheap cigars

permeate the air

stale beer and dirty clothes

utter inability

to rise above the decay

I wallow in it

& even act happy

This is what you see

This is what you get.

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