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YOU'RE SO SELFISH

Consequence
Ghosts play
Wind instruments
For all the shellfish
They're paid to
Cope apart

The rhetoric of want
Gets all up in my
Buddhahood

How am I supposed
To be living? the ghosts
Clack

Full of
Tomorrow
Which is to say
They're going deep
Or wide or
Something

You you you
Is there any such thing?
We talk past each other
As fast as we can

It is cruel
To make you depend on me
And that's why I do it