All the waste in all the bins said
Im scared of the straight ahead.
the accusations of speaking in tongues
is a searing flame to my lungs
it flays the skin , where my shoulders shrug.
All the waste in all the bins said,
your indifference fills me with dread.
your nodding, smiling impertinence;
is nothing less than emotional violence.
brutal lashes to my spirits inner flesh.
cautious then, young friends.
absorbing enough can lead to death.
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