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Poetry - Man Sitting All Alone
Man sitting all alone.
Weight of the
world on his
shoulders.
Takes pen.
Sheets and sheets of s*** and sheets are all
white. Tonight
he's had it with your fiscal conservatism.
Is the sun setting?
They've told this tale before.
Red suns and iron crosses.
It's morning in America.
Takes pen.
Sheets and sheets of words and numbers and lines and dots and crosses and letters and blurs.
Does anyone even understand?
Do you?
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