It was gang of four
then it was the smoking popes
it was the one song by frightened rabbit
that I can't bring myself to listen to
(but will not stop singing)
It was someone else who said
"you don't understand how I love you"
when I had contingency plans,
before right and left hand
went separate ways
I was too busy building a reputation
to know what it meant
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A. Pennington-Flax lives, works, and occasionally reads poetry in front of people in central Illinois.