for an argument about
a seat number
i have degraded myself
into
the most foolish
man of the month
i could not imagine myself
humiliated
by my own self
somehow, i should have kept my mouth
shut
it is this orifice that puts me in hell sometimes
why did i not nestle in the dignified comfort of
my right to be silent?
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