I am someone - I claim
I only have indirect proof
Echoes
I cluck at the late-night news
How awful - Why can't someone...?
I tut at the sad and wasted street corner
How bitter - If only someone..?
I gaze into the oracle that is my refrigerator
My crisper has gone from ironic
To disgusting - Why doesn't someone..?
I receive distressing wisdom
I am disturbed to consider that if I am someone…
Then that "someone" is me
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