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The Poem is Premeditated
The audience is random. Tonight, the sun
will be blotted out by an abundance
of arrows: trees will be
toilet papered, vehicles egged, tires
slashed, no natural or man-made
phenomenon will be unscathed once
the arrows reach ground.
Tonight, this poem
will be tied to a random brick
and chucked at a premeditated window.
