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this is loud though:

the human condition, 

is like a pot of chili 

and better than being dead.

what is in the pot?

most will never know, 

but like life 

we load up our plate. 

my love is like a pot of chili, 

she fills me up 

and leaves me with a stomach ache. 

hunger, greed, jealousy

turn down the volume!

the bondage of self 

why don’t you bondage yourself!

and stuff your pot of chili

in a bread bowl.