I call them assholes when I’m in my place
and talking to myself, without controls,
of those who snipe and won’t confront my face.
I call them assholes.

They suffer vacancies within their souls,
and feel correction as profound disgrace
(like blame and shame in lieu of growing goals).

I seek to limit error. I replace
what failed and try informing other roles.
Accused of yell and rush for talk and pace,
I call them assholes.


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