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In a dorm, somewhere in the heartland.
They're outside my door watching. The Heart Lands. In front of cheap TVs with one ear poked my direction. I can't go near my door because They're anticipating my every move.
We're all stuck here living on each other's back. We have to get along to survive but we can't. We just can't it won't happen we're too different. Some are humans, and others are animals marking Their territory, invading ours, making us all behave like animals.
It puts the commune in communist. It can't be America where I am. It's redneck country; trash: white and black. People freeze in this melting pot. Then blister in the sun.