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This spite
This self-expression
Turned downward
Comes out
Like a fist
To the mouth
Yet when
I say no
No to your handshake
No to your call
No No No
My spite
Is like
Pinching you
In the dark closet
Without your seeing
My face sing
With delight
Without my
Having to tell you
That you obedience
Toward me
Is forever
Or know
That I have this love
For revenge.

Irwin R. Shaw - October 4th 1982