you sit in your seat,
faintly smiling,
watching
in vertigo
you echo:
"fuck you!
and fuck you, too."
then, happy gibberish,
though in perfect English,
you grab handfuls of your past,
and throw them out, fast.
slowly you sit back, and back,
continue listening to their yak,
and smile smugly into your mug.
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