You told us there would be good news for people that like bad news,
and you were talking about a different administration,
a different set of disappointments,
and all of that seemed like a birthday party,
maybe it was,
or it was the pregnancy for all of this,
was it bad that I jonesed for it,
a little like I did for candy,
and things that I knew were bad for me,
but seemed less bad than everything else?
You told me you knew I was smart,
but smart meant difficult,
complex,
and there was little room in your simple walls for me,
and now it's all purple--
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