I’m wearing on repeating myself
to you,
On your inability to keep up w/
the pace
Of business, the rate of play,
the flow
Of traffic. I’m tired of
trafficking in the
Business of your excuses, your
broken
Plates & clay pots, your
constant stream of
My bads.
Show some backbone, New Amer-
Ican. You have to know how
exhausted
Your co-workers & significant
others are w/
Your can’ts, drowning in an ocean
of your
Inadequacy, your woe-is-me, your
everyone-
Is-out-to-get-me bullshit. So
what if every-
One’s out to get you? All the
more reason to
Keep up your guard, listen
careful & clear
Your corners before entering,
before singing.
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