There is a bone in my heart
for all the sour-faced losers,
all the dumb degenerates,
the sickos, the assholes,
fanatics, the cops, the priests,
the politicians,
all the repeated shocks,
all the bombs,
the crashes, debacles,
from the messages against my senses,
the falsetto blows,
the kidney punches, all
the wind knocked out of me,
all the losses to peril,
those left lonely,
those left dreaming,
my bone is quivering in my chest,
humming their songs to me.
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