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you forget that everyone
sometimes wakes up with
diarrhea and hemorrhoids
that make it hard to wipe—
that these bodies
are nothing more
than bags of urine,
sacks of shit
and miles of veins
springing from a
romanticised pump,
pushing blood
from one place
to another,
as neurons transmit
and translate what the senses
gather from the outside world,
constructing a reality
we call consciousness,
to help everyone
play pretend as we
prattle about posing
to be professionals.