As I sneer and let a subtle chuckle slip, my heels click
and sail over their impotent importance of presentation and ego.
You should have seen them reading Rand,
Their many minds were vocalized eruptions oozing
the merit of rational self interest.
Where did you go Howard Rourke?
your work was stolen by Mr. Keating or Toohey and his visions
of Atlas crumbling
under our weight.
Let them judge and berate through tight-lipped discussions and debate,
As I lay on the flat of my back digesting what they despise until I am what I ate.
Where was your ego two years and seven one night stands ago? Where was your unadulterated wisdom at 20 years and 364 days aged?
But you learned by banging bitches
(they swore they wouldn’t discuss your codependent cuddles)
screening and directing insecurities to voicemail
Where were your parents?
Where were the manners?
Where was the damn television?
I saw them assaulting each other with superfluous chest bumps and stolen fist pumps that may break bones and bar tabs, but never bubbles.
Who was there to raise you half-addicted half-shells of humans?
Who wasn’t?
Keep you hands to yourself
Eat your vegetables
They died for you.
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