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I want a different background,
a different date,
hello good sir,
have an appointment with fate?
No sir, I mean sir,
hullo there, g’day,
don’t soothe me with greetings,
don’t ask me my name
don’t use up your language,
it only holds blame.
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I want a different story,
a different time,
fate still hasn’t bothered
to list reason or rhyme,
I give it my effort,
keeping back my mad crimes–
explain why I’m here, fate,
I’ve worked and I’ve tried,
I’ve done this for years now,
quit moving the line.
No king, and no man,
no fairy so fine,
has ever been caught long
as woefully kind.
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Pull no punches,
pack no mules
rip up the rules
in fate’s drab waiting room.
I have no appointment
why should I need one
to talk to the destiny
who landed me like this
I came to complain
I came to tell them off
I came here to tell them
they’re not in control
I came here to break down
their ugly gray door,
hey fates, are you in there,
I’m knocking, I’m loud,
I’ve spent my good time here
behind no waiting crowd
I wanted to live here
I wanted to fly
I want to dive
by fishies in the sea
are you gonna let me
I ask rhetorically
because turns out you won’t answer
but I’m learning now faster
I shouldn’t be waiting on your stamp of clout
I break down your entrance and I live here, get out,
I take my fate and
I own my destiny now.