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i feel bad for somalian pirates
more than i do for
almost not obese women
dancing in dresses three sizes too small
on weight loss clinic commercials
 
it's that urban legend war story
from the kid who knew a kid
who lost his head  
playing in the the snowbank
when the plow came by
 
either a lower gastrointestinal bleed
or a bad idea to have black olives
and chili cheese fries for breakfast
the elders of the tribe
never wrote warnings on the wall
 
it's because  
the better you get at this chosen trade craft
the less people say they like you
until you eat the gauge

to possess this skill set
is not to be pleased by that knowledge
but just annotate how much of a selfish prick you are
until that day