not a bad poem

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I already posted Owls Eat Hummingbirds, Darkness *TRIES* To Eat the World, World Throws Up (poem) They're going to kill me and my family. They think we're monsters. It doesn't mean anything. You have to interrupt them. A lot can change between here and here. I kept a secret from myself so I could keep on living. I have a tattoo of a hawk, but I'm getting it removed. Make backdoor jokes. (‿|‿) They don't understand us. I'd let you torture me forever. True love is fucking terrifying. This beer tastes like freedom. I want to hurt them worse than they hurt me. It's killing me To resist revenge Until you make me laugh. Thank you. I want to make them see rainbows and sunshine even when they're sad inside forever. I want to make them my puppets too. My playthings. When I bore of them, I will not put them on the shelf. I will deaccession them, as a librarian removes an old book of no value, but like, not in a dark way.... I will ignore them or delete their vcard from the contact list. I will unplug sync.me facebook widgets. I will delete numerous records until all their databases come crashing down. I will sink their OKRs in a wave of unsubscribes. I will unlink their APIs until I am no longer a username just a number. I will lower their credit scores. I will decrease their screen time while racking up achievements in a game they've never even heard of. I am looking for a place for you and you and you! Because I love you. I can't quit you cowboy. I can't quit you art girl. I can't quit you programmer boy. I can't quit you sweet child. I can't quit you wise old man. I can't quit you grandma that puts the quilt on me when I am sad. I can't quit you, mother who loves me unconditionally. Thank you. I love you too. 💘 Thank you for teaching me how to live again.

Inspired by Fanny Fern, "Owls Kill Humming-Birds" (1853), in Anthology of American Literature, Vol. 1, eds. McMichael & Leonard, p. 1905.