I thought it sucked to you
that I was perfect
but I see now that it
sucks for me that you are!
when there is a perfect you,
there is no need for me
my ego dissolves hot
like the fart it is
not my way,
i'm on no path
I bow in your presence
i honor your wrath
there is only it, all, the other,
the whole tamale
there is nobody here
not any longer
by golly!
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