Welcome
Come back
like you left,
in the rain,
everyone
under blanket,
no bother
to wait by
bus stop, look
out window.
Everyone wants
to lease shit,
never own.
Those who
own their shit
deserve it.
Real heroes
are dead,
offline.
How bad
do you
want it?
You can
try, fail,
go home,
body to
keep still
and wait
someone
will be by
to give
marching
orders
in place.
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