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what more to contest:

competition-driving productivity

charged with aggravated developments.

breaking news isn't this fresh, one day to the next.

decomposition expected to some extent.

color me challenger, 1986.

send it back- i can't raise this.

it really feels like i think you hate me.

is that real enough for big-bad wolves and liars and thieves?

it's not so terrible.

neither is it edible, nor flushable.

yet breathable, the treasonous miracle of life holds itself in contempt.

unreasonable weather for this time of a civilized race,

i'm not happening on a global scale because i'm not so self-centered, right?

my backyard might be flooded but in time, it will also eat me.

no factories rampaging the landscape.

keep the blue-collar sweat-stained somewhere else.

where's my work ethic?

he quit- didn't see what was in it for him, monetarily.

burn your pronouns and bras, social security cards.

yell 'FUCK THE PATRIARCHY!' like you mean it.

like you could be better but are fundamentally not.

been spending most my life lounging in a hipster paradise:

stranded, out of fuel.

plenty left to say-

just waiting for the audience to tell me first.