Thoughts On The Dead

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A Terrible Poem About A Backstop

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You think you have rights
You are adorable
And I love you

Point to them
Show them to me
Maybe you left them in the car
Maybe you set your rights down
–accidentally–
In the freezer
Next to the banana guacamole
Go check
I’ll wait
And I love you

You have needs
And then there is what the bastards allow
And what they don’t

You have rights like you have
Names like you have
Religions like you have
Passports like you have
Money
Somebody wrote something down and you believed it

You have needs
And there is what the bastards will allow
And what they will not

You have one power
Inalienable
But small

Fuck you

Fingernails and families
Can be removed
Fuck you
Can only be given
And a middle finger can burn like a candle in the darkness

You think you have rights
You have needs
Fuck you
And then there is what the bastards will allow
And what they will not

And I love you

2 Comments

  1. I love you too.

  2. Luther Von Baconson

    November 19, 2016 at 10:54 am

    hey! my aunt is a legal secretary. you.

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