Among the Masses
Among the masses there is me
Standing alone, waiting to pee.
Everything smiles at me.
Everything stirs, everything is alive.
I feel their nerves and muscle spurts.
I feel their shifting vibes.
But there is me.
Just waiting to pee.
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