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I Was Born An Alien

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Skate Envy

Every time we turn around,
 Albert is chasing Betty with a plunger.
But, it really doesn't matter.
They have rollerskates.
Every time we turn around,
 Betty is chasing Albert with a paint roller.
But, it really doesn't matter.
They have rollerskates.
They have rollerskates they can use.
 They have rollerskates they can sell in an online auction.
How beneficial?
They have more rollerskates than you or I.
You or I?
You or I?
 It really doesn't matter what they do with their rollerskates,
because we will still watch them through the windows,
 jealous of their shiny rollerskates.
Tricia just bought a scooter.

Approved and Pruned

Hit from above by a light,

light bright,

making things with light,

impossible and portable,

squared off,

approved and pruned,

groomed to a mortarboard,

butterflies crown the heads of kings,

accept when the Aeneid chimes in and over again,

they chase us,

they consume us,

we don't find use in usefulness,

we find use in uselessness,

we are consumed by guilt,

we are not guilty nor innocent,

our lack of innocence lies in our complacency

What complacency?

That which we have found in these laurels of an education.

Is not this a completion?

Only death is a completion.

You have your indoctrination.

You hold it tight to your breasts.

You hold it tight like a lover you fear will escape to another in the night.

You hold it tight like a child you wish to keep in the nest.

You are afraid to add to or re-examine what you think you know.