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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The First Line is the Deepest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have been one acquainted with the spatula,<br>the slotted, scuffed, Teflon-coated spatula</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that lifts a solitary hamburger from pan to plate,<br>acquainted with the vibrator known as the Pocket Rocket</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the dildo that goes by Tex, <br>and I have gone out, a drunken bitch,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in order to ruin <br>what love I was given, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and also I have measured out <br>my life in little pills—Zoloft,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Restoril, Celexa, <br>Xanax. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have. For I am a poet. And it is my job, my duty<br>to know wherein lies the beauty</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of this degraded body,<br>or maybe </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it's the degradation in the beautiful body, <br>the ugly me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">groping back to my desk to piss<br>on perfection, to lay my kiss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of mortal confusion <br>upon the mouth of infinite wisdom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My kiss says razors and pain, my kiss says <br>America is charged with the madness </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of God. Sundays, too,<br>the soldiers get up early, and put on their fatigues in the blue-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">black day. Black milk. Black gold. Texas tea.<br>Into the valley of Halliburton rides the infantry—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why does one month have to be the cruelest,<br>can't they all be equally cruel? I have seen the best</div><div style="margin:10px 0">gamers of your generation, joysticking their M1 tanks through<br>the sewage-filled streets. Whose</div><div style="margin:10px 0">world this is I think I know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kim+Addonizio">Kim Addonizio</a><div class=q>
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that lifts a solitary hamburger from pan to plate,
acquainted with the vibrator known as the Pocket Rocket

and the dildo that goes by Tex, 
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