You have the right to remain silent,
stagnant and in compliance with the role of
a subsidiary footnote in the grand schema
of breath to death.
Anything you say can and will be used against you
under the pretense of fiction composed
by undercover authors that do not entrap
but entice the truth by deadly use of personality.
You have the right to an attorney
if you'd like to legally circumvent me over
defamation of your de facto character flaws.
There's no liability for libel that lacks a lie.
If you cannot afford an attorney
a signed copy of any publication will be
sent to you stating
"This is probably about you."
Do you understand these rights I have just read to you
as you read what I write
with the implicit understanding
that the use of you as a literary ploy is just.
With these rights in mind, do you still wish to speak to me?
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