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The time is ticking tightly down,
And I will either swim or drown
But I will neither bend nor break,
And I will catch your first mistake-
For you and yours are overrated,
Quite quietly and deeply hated.
For just one act you're left to sink:
Never tell me what to think.

I now know the answer to yesterday today
And I'd like to send a letter, which would simply say:
Don't even think about it! Keep it to yourself!
Just you grin and bear it- it's better for your health!
But yesterday I'd read that, and I'd be set upon my way:
"Tomorrow I may be a fool but I'm doing this today."

We, the monsters, walk among
Quieter in this day and age
Seeing men and martyrs hung
And hearts far harder than our rage-
So the world need look no more
To lock its safe and solid door
For monsters are the very least
In this belly of this beast.

The Cold Equations

I have x amount of energy,
and y amount of time
and when I solve for either
it's rather clear that I'm
Running short of both
and no relief in sight-
So I'm also short on
patience,
tact,
and tolerating trite
Platitudes, glad fools and other such debris
That impede the path I'd plod to peace and sanity
So I may not...
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The Modern Miller's Daughter

Words and words and words I see
I simply say, "Your point would be...?"
One has to talk, and plan, no doubt
But my patience has run out-
For at day's end, this much is true:
I'm the one who has to do
And all in all, and truth be told-
Your words are not the stuff of gold.

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The beast bites bits and spits them out
(objecting to the taste, no doubt)
Nothing vital's gone, I guess
But still I'm left the bloody mess.
So bite your bits, you silly beast
I'll get you when you suspect the least.

Once you've been fighting long enough
The inside matches outer's tough
And unforgiving armored skin
And softness is a fatal sin.

The prize of winning, so they say-
You'll live to die another day.

I watched my fellows face the night
And try to fight a stand-up fight
From this, one lesson I could take:
No sucker gets an even break.

Don't stop to hope,...
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Before the dawn came creeping in
There were places that you'd been-
Damp with dew and morning smell
There's some story you won't tell.

While the watchman lay in sleep
You went hunting in the deep.
You think yourself some darker shade
And as your name, quite unafraid.

But there's a world of harm and hurt
To which you are not quite alert
I know...
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