I had dreams about being a mercenary,
not because I would ever consider doing something like that,
but because across the pond was sounding much better than usual,
and I went to bed worry about what they thought of us,
and theorizing that they were right,
that they had had a point for quite some time,
but if I said this stuff out loud,
they would call me in for high treason,
and the cameras and typeface would get too yellow for comfort,
and then we would cry for show,
and the for good reason---
reason enough---
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