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I’m not a gear wheel in some tyranny’s machine.
I’m not another day in tedium’s routine.
I’m not ingratiation’s nodding grin.
I’m not duplicity’s denial, spin,
Or accusation. I’m a question mark
Protesting apathy, a matchlight in the dark,
The sass in “What exactly do you mean?”
Posted 12/17/18
from Stars Beyond the Battlesmoke (Rose Alley Press, 2008)
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