Just the same
My nerves are aquiver
Confined to their nests
Of turbulent skin

The arteries rage
Indignant
And bourbon deep

To snuff out
The fires
Of inner distress

Still I curse
With foolish vigor
Gleefully spilling
The gutter’s
Disgraceful refrain

Just the same
I fume so young
Mindlessly prowling
For a homeland’s
Most coveted of hopes

Just the same
My footsteps curve
To a circular whim
Laboring
To their maddening depths

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