Called upon
the typing test
better I guess than an
exploding vest
glance in a mirror
am I the change I'm looking for
get in on this disenchanted
world on the ground floor
I stopped calling out
turned my face
I can't be killed
though I will be replaced
as this flight grinds
to existential arrest
and I go down consigned
to take the typing test
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