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Twenty years ago when I moved to California
I went to Wells Fargo to open a bank account
The teller was young, beautiful... Vietnamese
My first thought was
"You know, I might have fucked your mama"
My second thought was
"You know, I might have killed your mama"
I took my receipt
And threw up on the sidewalk
And you wonder why I have trouble sleeping?
You wonder why I broke the lamp and punched a hole in the wall?
You wonder why road rage makes me feel so good?
My body came back but not my mind
I will always be ten thousand miles away
Poem / 2008
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