The People

Here there are
The people
They are near me
And I curse them
You ask
How I live
Like nothing
Loves me
And I
Say
You are my punisher
And I hate you
And you laugh
And say
I hate your mouth
But only for what comes out
And I grin.
The people, they cannot understand.

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