Vestigial Rage

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OK21xHom6yQ

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A dozen selves barged their way into today.

They took up the space of two chairs.

I ought to have held back eleven of them:

only one hadn’t needed repairs:

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endlessly winding and grinding and lying

unpacking their made-up affairs

and making ridiculous dicks of themselves

putting on their unbearable airs.

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I ought, I suppose, to claim some of the blame

for letting them out to rampage.

Disingenuously crying “how did that happen?”-

thinly disguised vestigial rage

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at the too many times that I barely could breathe

when I didn’t yet know that the page

I was on wouldn’t be the last page I’d be on.

Oh yeah, I unlocked their cage.

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