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{delinquent road} benjamin nardolilli I am surrounded by people Who have failed geometry, They can’t seem to make A simple line, to travel Down the sidewalk and pass Point after point, people Who make constant intersections, But think walking parallel Is something you do with eyes closed. They barely passed their history, Repeating the same mistakes And learning nothing, The streets never change, only The way we navigate, All these people must have slept Through the lessons on France, If only they knew about the peasants, How angry they were, And how many heads they cut off, A strange wonder, how Any of them have made it this far, Forgetting everything They have learned about physics: That a truck, even moving slower Than they are now, Has more force than any human, Even me, could hope to have, No matter how fast They are being thrown. |
