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You have bastardized me, 
compelled me to stick pins and needles 
into my veins. 
Shining globes of tears that fall 
from closed eyes. 
They pretend to be significant, 
but in fact, 
they holler their pettiness. 
Men with names that do not rhyme 
who sit behind computer screens 
mangling the English language. 
Using the internet codes that 
destroy communication. 
Have we all become symbols of 
people without souls? 
As we march around our staples with 
guns pointed at our feet. 

You have ridiculed every milkshake I 
have guzzled. 
Mopped away every green leaf 
I have held in my hands. 
I smoke my cigarette and 
scratch my balls. 
I eat a sandwich and 
terrorize the cat. 

Every foot will walk the 
way it was meant to, 
and so, 
the only possible reality 
is that which 
drinks itself 
to death. 

Forget the paper. 
Throw away your pens. 

Make up a brand new plate of exclusionary 
triangular ducks. 
Roast them in your oven-like hearts. 

I begin to move away from 
metaphoric prison cells 
that have 
brought 
solace to a hungry brain. 

'Good night', I say to the 
computer screen. 
You have turned me into a paper cut 
that becomes infected and 
finally, allows the pysche to die.