I Left in the Same Clean Pants

I’m screaming.
Yet I’m silent.
And here I type.
Here is work to do now.
There are plans coming daily.
Not just for them, that try to kill,
That rip down value for “haha”,
While screaming pain, cancerous fester,
Where there actually is none, ignoring truth.
And making real pain seem an attention cry.
While claiming actuality pooped itself coming in.

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The shape of things means standing up as harshly back as old Communism says to (but with our own brand -- we are often considered weak right when we are about to win, but stay STRONG against this Statist Authoritarian Communist or other Crap) -- but having read to the end where Marx affirms what good Capitalism works into the wee hours to accomplish. DUH.