Block
It’s easy in our society
When we only want
The ones who think
Like us only to exist
To block them
In a manner slaying them
Consigning them
From our timeline
Most awkward
By chance to run into them
On the third aisle at
Winn Dixie
To feign a sincerity
That we certainly must
Renew old times
Hasting on to the self check out lane
Not wanting anything
To block your retreat
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