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(This poem is performed in a strict 8/8 beat, with performer clapping his hands simultaneously. For this edition, the poem has been published in its original 8-beat stanzas.)

Some
times I get the sinking feeling
life is fast too fast and that I'm
getting left behind here in the
dirt.

Some
times events just slap me in the
face, I reel from pain and wonder
how I couldn't see that I'd get
hurt.

Sometimes things just seem beyond con-
trol.

Like
wars and kings and peace and crime and
old and young and black and white and
love and hate and sex and death, a-
ssassinations, coup-d-etats,

and
you.

Some
times I get the sinking feeling
you are fast too fast I should have
seen the warning signs there on the
road.

Some
times I kick myself, especial-
ly these last two days, I wonder
if you're really that bad of a
person I was victim to yes-
terday, if I caught you at a
bad time, there are issues here and
hate? I want to hate you and I
do, but not really I'm just pissed
off, I'm mad, I'm angry, I'm em-
barrassed, all my friends know what went
wrong except for me and I don't
know how to take this and so I
cultivate my fear and pain and
anger, yes I'm mad at you.

Yes, I'm really mad at you.

Sometimes I wish I were a ma-
chine.

I'd
clip my words and string them like a
tickertape parade, oh look, an
astronaut is home now from the
moon.

I'd
clip my words and string them like a
robot then I wouldn't have to
get my heart broke on the sixth of
June.

Just
chips and knobs and gears and wheels and
cogs and ROM and RAM and keys and
diodes, buttons, metal casing,
silicon and tickertape just
tick tick tick an unthinking machine.

Just
tick tick tick an unthinking machine.

Some
times I get the sinking feeling
life is fast too fast, events just
zoom right by and leave me so con-
fused.

Some
times I get the sinking feeling
you are fast too fast I was a
toy existing to keep you a-
mused.

Sometimes I wish I were a machine.

Just
tick tick tick an unfeeling machine.

Just
tick tick tick an unfeeling machine.

Tick tick tick

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