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rat at the table
at tat tat
where is your napkin?
just a chin
I dine alone
in a crib like mind
sated on others
in the collective limbo
the livers quiver
but a shiver is quicker
hammer ? politics
the easier slide
sits passively by
the wind on an arrows quiver
it's all too easy
to know the pop song
to say hurray
and know the black hole
from which 1st forced the baby
that we call the universe
with hair straight up on end