misanthropy is an art
the school hallway tiles listen
better than a therapist's couch
I'm forever talking to myself
"Goddamnit, where did I leave... car keys?"
the people I tell off in my head
are always charming conversationalists,
mouths unhinged in rebuttal to my
stinging insults
two weeks too late
sometimes I sing them
a swan song
to break the monotony
I swallow bitterness always
with water from a fountain
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