In eleventh grade English I learned

To never ride a streetcar named desire.

I discovered you will be

Raped of all that you own.

Was Belle Reve really

Such a beautiful dream?

Is liqour really a remedy?

Are lolitos really so charming

That you give up what you

Have built for yourself?

Is a beam of light

What it takes to expose

Someone or strip someone

Of the lies they’ve told for months?

Is it I who is crazy.

Losing sanity, or is it

All of you?

While you’re after desire

You might as well

Dig your own grave in a cemetery too.

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