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Intimidation mental taxation fostering emotional frustration like kids nobody wants brandishing taunts that tease and no way to please that beast that bitch bustin' up a newly hemmed stitch in my psyche if there were only some magical way to turn intimidation into inspiration- ya know, rather than sayin' "he intimidated me" sayin' instead "he inspired me" perpetuated me to see things previously hidden and thoughts that had slidden round ears while eyes were watchin' a mirror again probing tender roots of soul that take time and patience to grow with hot pokers of "how ya measure up?" "where ya on the scale" frail freedom assaulted again by the presence of another competent human being and i say "fuck" when am i ever gonna get it that i already measure up? that luck sucks dicks of tricks already in line, and there ain't never any excuse good enough not to offer mine le' me say that again: there ain't never any excuse good enough not to offer mine frame these thoughts that tend to stray with memories of tragedy held at bay by a force that holds its course in any weather that's tougher than leather and up in my cap like a feather- soft to touch any time i need evening blush across my cheeks (i will not bleed) as i walk up to the man apologetically and say, "hey mister-you inspired me!"
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