Author of "I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me"

Blessed be are the talkers,

whom the world can’t live without,

hating on the walkers

who valued feet more than mouth. 

“Look at them, they’re different,”

says every one of them

while the walkers let the peasants

lick the dust of their hems.


This was originally published on 2014.

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