Assault on the edges of reason
By the incredulous masses.
The sting of my ineradicable egoisms,
Shelter for tomorrow's obliteration.
The nuisance holding his breath out of derision.
The collusion of the psychiatrists on the psychopathic mind.
The sound of Hell bubbling through the crack in my window.
The woman who walks the streets
With nothing but receipts in her bag.
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