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All my life I pretended this world of theirs is mine,
And I know such pretending is disgraceful. But what can I do? Suppose I would suddenly scream And start to prophesy. No one would hear me. Their screens and microphones are not for that. Others like me wander the streets And talk to themselves. Sleep on benches in parks, Or on pavements in alleys. For there aren't enough prisons To lock up all the poor. I smile and keep quiet. They won't get me now. To feast with the chosen—that I do well.
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