I’m getting ahead of this
And telling you now
The list will have my name on it. Everybody’s
Sweating it. The things they’ve done swing before their eyes,
As if acting out the opposite of hypnosis.
In the grass and all the wrong, mowing, stars.
The rabbit, quietly, because it didn’t want anyone to know.
No anesthetic, please. I should just
Face it head on,
Undiagnosed.
The grass and all the wrong. You know, the world can be divided into two sorts:
The ruined beneficiaries of science and the rabbits.
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