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this is us (Free verse) by roses are read
i am a screaming bisexual banshee a baroque princess your pix i am an erratum i am the second hand i an a monochrome mongolian, making meat for the american table. i am a hangnail, a muted thunderstorm. i am toxic, erbium, uranium, heavy water, nuclear waste. i am the child of the golden arches, superman's little girl. i am a dodecahedron one face towards the sky, one to the ground, two eyes on england, four on the middle east, and the other fourteen eyes on myself. i am looking into the mirror, tell the administration, bill gates, enron, england, russia, the postal service, nato, the eu, someone... to fix the goddamn thing so it doesn't tell the truth anymore. i am for the NRA, against it, crying for freedom, dead of a semi-automatic, in the hands of a 16 year-old, trained by the us in military school, riflry division. i am food stamps, welfare, layoffs and cardboard signs that read: "please help food job money God Bless" i am not proud.a

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.6666665
Weighted score: 4.9602656
Overall Rank: 8540
Posted: November 29, 2002 7:25 PM PST; Last modified: November 29, 2002 7:25 PM PST
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[n/a] <~> @ 67.84.171.10 | 30-Nov-02/5:46 PM | Reply
"to fix the goddamn thing so it doesn't tell the truth anymore."
who ever tells the truth, he dies.
[8] ecargo @ 64.252.69.252 | 1-Dec-02/12:46 PM | Reply
Why do you hate A-Murka? Just kidding. Good strong images. This reminds me a little bit of Langston Hughes "Let America Be America Again":
"I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years."
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