take a step on the life-giving sun
before the day's begun
and solemnly swear on lawn chair
that the only option is not to run
it won't kill you to have some fun
that's a dare
pick up your bag and toss your hair
fake a look of un-
caring and really you do care
from the moment you learned to share
when vindictive nun
bent down, smacked you, said "listen son,"
"I'll tell you what's fair-
it's life at the end of a gun-
in an empty nothing below the desert sun."
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