| Passing judgment with haste
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| And laying to waste those who stand
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| Before us and dishonor the faith.
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| A dramatic opinion, but an opinion the same.
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| An attempt now to make right,
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| Not to enthrall or defame.
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| An opinion piece, one after another.
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| Laid fat from feast, one after another.
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| A man is nothing more than what others claim he is,
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| So speak clear and ill of me and so it will be.
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| The grating sound of my voice.
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| The yellowing of my teeth.
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| Speak up.
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| Speak clear.
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| Speak ill of me.
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| I found myself awake last night.
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| May the players take their place,
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| Repeat their lines exactly to my public disgrace.
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| The years exaggerate how horrible it was to be stricken silent
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| With no explanation for the cause.
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| I can’t be the only one losing sleep over things
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| I should or shouldn’t have done.
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| They are the rope around the neck.
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| They are the blade pressed to the wrist.
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| It might seem detrimental, but it’s meaningless.
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| Left to my own devices, I am strange.
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| I’m a liar—entertained.
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| I am no one to be reviled.
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| I am no one to be admired.
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| Jumping rope at the end of the street,
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| I am everyone, and everyone is me. |