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It Is About Damn Time

No questions asked, we take
Our whole lot to the end.
Politely, we don’t break
Smug liars’ verbose trend.

Oh yes, you, too, play games,
Be it your love or war,
While it’s still in your veins:
That bloody thirst for more.

While some malicious jazz
Merrily rules the world,
Over-the-counter death
Forever marks you “Sold”.

No! Fuck it! I’m fed up
With this relentless game.
I did this: my bruised heart,
My spirit wrecked with shame.

My life, the stubborn deck,
Left me just this one dime.
But I will fuck it back.
It is about damn time.
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*Sophia Parnok Nov 2 1932, translated and slightly adapted by me*