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It seems I don't learn. All these months, I've learnt nothing. The nation state Incarcerated me, Poured out its wealth On tubes, poisons, monitors, Round-the-clock vigilance And hard radiation. But I learnt nothing. Did not, In the final analysis, Reform. And so I'm going back Where I've already been for far too long. I have been too long In the country of the headless giraffes. There have been far Far too many needles. Being an apocalypse Is not a smart career move. Banks won't take it as collateral And it's no good on your resume at all. But here I am, A recidivist, Heading back to the cancer ward Again. Undeterred, it seems, By the penalties: Nurse Mutant raucous in the corridors at 2 a.m., And the unspeakable Hospital food. And capital punishment, Too. Might scare you But it's nowhere near enough To frighten off the likes of me. |
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