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Tragedy.
censure
has kept me clothed.
apologize to me
politely.
my only wish
is that revenge
could blast me clean.
sometimes
it's easy to imagine
that i've killed you,
so you'll have to forgive me
when i send you
through.
Firing squads
and land mines --
i want to feed you bad things.
rigged elections
and force feeding
are too terrible to think of,
but it still won't
be enough.
for all of you