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I met two strangers on the internet, it was a casual encounter.

One threw tirades of capital letters that punctured my screen,

ricocheted off my eyes,

and bounced back through to the second.

One saw the other as "illiturate", which he had no shame admitting.

The other fired back a passionate counter-argument.

So zealous he was in asserting his qualifications,

he didn't even stop for breath. Or to punctuate.

I find it rather prickling that one who could afford a laptop

won't purchase a dictionary instead.

 

The duel pressed on, 2 a.m.

****** words and harsh assumptions.

One's heart sank, the other's I.Q. paralleled.

 

We build these walls up so high between us,

and pretend we can't hear the neighbors

who have built their walls pressed against ours.

This is a problem, oh we have so many of those.

Let's make one more and build them up higher

in hopes that the overbearing altitude caves in on us...

 

I know that my problem is much more dismal than yours--

Just look at how small the opening to my cell is!

The sky looks gray from down here.

 

We all imprison ourselves into our own self-pitying ignorance

and call it shelter.

We are so unique and different and beautiful

because we are humans.

Humans who know ugly words, and do ugly things

when our originality is challenged.

And even when it's not challenged

because no one dares to admit

that we all plug into the same electrical grid.

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Dec 12, 2010
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