This fountain of words that is in me must come out
I can't stop it
It is so
I must jump out of bed and do it
What choice have I?
We have other ideas
I always thought that I was mad
I was always so
Why?
How come?
My family
Only now do I realise that they were so mad
My family
a tawdry and shabby land
there litter, here garbage
rotting this, rotting that
used tampons, broken everything
a land of low value, why are you there?
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