angry ranting
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I feel sick to live in a world like this
My glass is not half empty
It was drank before I was even born,
Now I am stuck in a desert swallowing sand
Tell me why it's okay
You poor thing, you. You only came here to
get some food for your empty stomach and pay
with your own money that you worked so hard
for and, oh my, someone put a hand on you.
The Head is a circle, it’s a box.
It’s a wagon wheel driven with endless talks.
Space, time, actions;
Thoughts, emotions, and reactions;
Cluster, fuse, collide and burn…
