the angry identity
 
 
 
i lost my way when i was going to work
 
i realized that i didn't have a job
 
 
that's why i got angry at the machine
 
it told me i didn't have a job
 
 
 
i wonder what it said
 
it wispered so soft and hard
 
 
 
i thnk it said i didn't have a job
 
i was a poet and had resonciblities
 
 
 
respond responciblity repairs
 
repitition is the key to non-existance
 
 
 
repraise came at sun up
 
i had a job and smoked a cigar
 
 
 
i lost my way and bumped my head
 
i wandered into joblessness
 
 
 
i saw god in the mirror this morning
 
he looked a lot like vincent price
 
 
 
 
 
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