Give me your tired,
Your poor,
And don't ask for them back because I love them and value this gift too much to ever part with it.
You...the people,
Have nothing to do it seems than act as contrails to your leaders afterburners,
Recoil in horror at my every attempt to bring a little lunacy to your accepted sanity.
I can't help but take normality as a rejection of all that I am.
You are an army without ever signing up.
You are an army without ever signing up.
Be all that you are.
What you can be will follow.
written by Tony Santiago, October 25, 2010
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