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Hybrid Hobo, Rampant Ego
Your self-hatred and hatred of others makes me numb.
You always turn up, like some itinerant bum;
ruination is your theme, and inevitable stamp,
as you drift among us like an intrusive tramp.
You lurk about a stretch of rusted and unused track,
hoping to mount a train and take a free ride, piggyback.
Starward
