All who mocked
And laughed
And yelled
And made a jest
And scorned
And scoffed
You still here? Yes, to you. Am now over there
Your lips ever running
But your legs never moving
Your words always boiling
Boiling without meaning
You must have thought you had me
Well, maybe you did
You now exist below me
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