you speak as if you knew what you were saying
well what are you going to say to me?
you know I was there and it was nothing like
you're saying it was
I saw you run passed a man pinned down
by his home's wreckage ignoring the cry for help
blood and mud lining boots sludging on
in the cold unelectric night
and now I hear you taking bows
before blue jeaned belly rolled milfs
for the work others committed to
while you hid in a corner shivering
another beer and whiskey
before I get up and join your table...
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