You are an assisted calamity
an upright standing decent
citizen of the public
but you'd rather be
somewhere else, I can see it
when you nurse your wounds
it's a seething desperate desire
to hurt to consume with
fire and purge the world of
the things you consider to be
rude, you're a prude
you're a prude
and I despair, I despair for you
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