that awful, pathetic, underwhelmed about humanity
feeling you get when you see the choir director
accidentally drop his lunch on the floor
and then curse just loudly enough to be heard
for the next five minutes.
names in vain
curses
pork chops on the floor
we are all so strange.
the east has taken the path of least resistance
the internet being god
provides them with answers,
oh glow screen glow
and then they discard it all to the recycle
like a little secret prayer in the wake of a tragedy
that never happens
how many languages does it take
to curse your name
hard
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