Anthem
We who do not
deserve to die
neccessarily
we who shift
your schadenfreude
we too old
to break bad
instead break badly
roosting on windowsills
waiting for those
who shout at our
neighbors for pills
who are hit and
run over so much
we are blase even
to those who give
testimony and
license numbers
We salute ourselves
by taking photos
cropping empty chairs
at our threadbare rallies
Enacting CGI crime shows
to find our smiles
enhance it
enhance it
enhance it
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