"I'm from the water, the sand and stone and near rockscoming up on the old ropes and shoes lost a decade ago
hot bad coffee - I would drink a lot of that
and grilled cheese & bad pickles
and I've gotten past too many hours on the job
what I am is not what I want to be but I can't be any other
are you the same? are you really, really the same?
I want to rage against all the rage and my rage
the contests and the competition
the old flags that are flying the smug smallnesses
the place I find myself in the place women are being put in
but never no more being put in those commercials"
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