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I Have a Kid, Sir.


If I don’t spread the

seed in the backyard,

the birds find it elsewhere.

One of them whispered to

me when I was hurting


She explained the

whole thing. Made

it clear.

So I won’t fold my

hands and be grateful. All

the food I can eat

is already mine. And if I

have to open your

body to get it,

I sure as fuck will.


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