Should I feel bad when I pinch a flee on my arm
And put it on my desk and squeeze it against the wood
And feel satisfaction when I hear its carcass pop?
Or anger when I spot another on my shirt
And kill that one too. And then pour chemicals
On my dog's coat and commit flea genocide?
Should I question my sanity
When I ignore your questions about the weather
And watch you silently as you scramble for a word to say?
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