We will bleed without your help,
Keep your damned needles to yourself,
You prick, I am human and I
Do not care one bit about you.
If you even try to tickle me
I will take a tooth with my knuckle,
Any humor I need can be brought
By my means, on my time.
I am a man who knows
He will die, so leave your poison
For those smug pricks who pretend
Their lives will always float on.
I tell you this, for every bruise
I will break a bone, for each
Scratch I will rend and tear,
For I am you, my bastard brother.
In this we resemble you.
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