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K - k - kieth
 
never knew your kind
were capable of achieveing atitudes
are you just trying to fit in?
Davros from the Daleks
with fidgets in that mechanical apparatus
waiting for assistance to go potty
weak at the wheels
all the custom made contraptions
still cannot teach you direction
pick up your head stop
dropping the mail so
if you ever try to run me over again
i'll wait in the elevator dark and won't
press level two for you
- i'll just stop it -
tap it out
on the back of your squishy head,
for you to read later, the texture of Braille,
no capacity for speech - is that my fault too?
we will keep it
secretive but the next time
you see me while sycophants
unwrap your cheesesticks
for their own altruistic kicks,
wondering why then
you t - t - tremble uncontrol
wet yourself inexplicably
at the shock of my devastating form

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