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but not really caring
Sometimes we need our revenge
To cope with forgiveness.
Sometimes we need to pull out the flowers,
That the weeds wont overwhelm.
I fell asleep
With my seasickness.
I threw up something,
That maybe would have tasted well with time,
Evidently not with repetition.
I had to allow them to strip me.
After I walked away,
Certain they could never strip me.
I floated over the Atlantic,
And swam in my own Pacific.
I fed my own rats,
And killed the rest out of mercy.
Out of humanity I was ready to adopt,
For the sake of balance,
I decided not to.
I had my charity,
And let the beggars beg.
I cloned a child,
Maybe he is yours
And I own him?
I got off
On cartoon porn,
And real life rape.
I used my tolerance
To articulate my discrimination.
I came with my American accent,
And these people suddenly had English accents.
I sat in all humility
Waiting for someone to stand me up,
Hoping he’d be able to stand my weight
When I jumped on top of him:
But not really caring.
