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In a middle-class
drama
I would like to slice my tie
And throw its pieces on you
I would like to eat
Using my hands at your table
Laughing in a natural way
I wish I could not hear
Clanging my chains
When I move on slowly
You also hear them
But you won’t listen to them
for they are your own chains too!
We so spend our lives
playing a drama
somebody else has written
just for ourselves.
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