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Random Poem:

Luke Warm
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“Look, worm—”
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“You want to see me squirm?”
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“I don’t see how you expect
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mediocrity to impose
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success with out
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resorting to regress. Do you understand?”
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“I can’t.”
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“Yeah you can. Just do something about it. Quit
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being a pain in the proverbial
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asset, that of which you don’t have, because
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you can’t be bold, you can’t
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choose between
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hot or cold.”
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“I already told you,
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I’m not ready for a huge
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Step. I’m just … right in the middle.”
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“Don’t meddle. Don’t whine.
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Do something but sit and scratch your spine.”
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“What do you propose I do? No matter what I do
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I always seem to dispose, you might as well
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crumble me and drain me down the disposal
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of pointlessness.”
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“You piddle on me.
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“But at least I see you
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going a certain way. At least I see you
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being someone other than just a
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worthless bit of
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garble in age.
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In our age.
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Just act your age,
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and maybe you can expect something to go somewhere instead of just whining as though you really think you have the right to be someone you aren’t, someone who just sits there hoping that he will magically move steam out of itself while shaking from the cold. You can’t walk that line because life is a tight rope, and if you go one way at least you will fall that way, and that fall will force you to either look up or down, instead of balancing there like you’re bored, like you can’t do anything but watch yourself without watching yourself, without taking that acrobatic leap.
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Look at it as though
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you’re at the home
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plate, all is on the line, if you bat
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far enough you’ll win, but if you cheat a bit
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and pretend to be something you aren’t for just a little
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bit, and confuse them like crazy,
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pretend to reach for the atom
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instead of the stars
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I suppose … where,
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you barely hit it so it flirts with the foul line, and now I’m being
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a hypocrite because I really don’t want you to do that, just …
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foul the player with the voice or the fists, but
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pick one, don’t just pick
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your nose, with a dirty tooth
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pick, decayed, that of which seems to reside in
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brown nosing, with their sandy
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buttes up in your space, in your
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area, battering your formation
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with stinky cracks. Stacking
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their weight on you as you worship them
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with jealous hate. Is that what you want?
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Or are you going to lift them up?
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Or are you going to run?”
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Luke looks at himself
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wishing he could break that mirror.
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Or hug it. He wasn’t sure which one.
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But at least now he knew where he was going, thanks to
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the pep talk and the pep club he now noticed.
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