A Tale of Social Hierarchies
There is nothing more I strive for in this life, than to be a…
for once, a little write.
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We came around the corner through no door/
In the calm of a caught murmurWhere still is a still worth waiting forOne might advance the sentimentThat dud rockets…
I haven’t been far
To placate all I ought,
If I were to infer,
When the discourteous cameraman at the massacreWent ahead and asked the red-faced, blood-died man there“How it feels”
A long list of grievances