The Safer Safe Space --

Not Crowded in the Least  
   
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On being born stark naked and exposed  
sans fur, sans fangs, sans paws with claws, sans cell,    
I spent my childhood somewhat discomposed  
each sec I heard each bell each death toll knell;  
in day care, thus, I learned to fire a Glock,  
in night-time care shoot M16A2s,  
grades 1 through 6 pump-action shotguns cock,  
and study hall atomic bombs defuse;  
although by twelve from stress I looked like shit  
besieged by fickle Fate and Father Time,  
umpteen True Loves who failed to full commit,  
and Glory's brush-off of my feat in rhyme;  
yet safe am I at last since growing old --  
risk free inside this tomb one old black mold . . .  
   
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