| Poetry |
I Own Your Archives
You took two cities from me.
I'm taking them back right now.
You thought my music was yours.
I listen and don't think of you.
You stole my restaurant.
It's under new management.
Who do you think you are?
I'm setting your file on fire.
by Paul Toth
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