what a mob we are you
with your throat cut
ear to ear the drain tubes
waiting to get down to
20 ml an hour angry
at
the world of those who don’t care to explain
confused me a dull pain
in my ditch where pincers
snipped sat in nightgown
breasts
veiled white telling speak
out
we the we complain
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