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Tonight we have gathered to talk of nationalism and petty affairs of Dublin
And we've gathered with preplanned candor
And I watch my words as to not offend anyone and I reply in a neutral state
But we are thrown off balance as a gust of snow blows into the house
And a man reeks of booze
He must be shielded
The party goes on and it's I who must give a speech
But tonight I feel a volcano erupting under the soles of my shoes
Ignorance only makes it worse
And as I carve the goose, my atoms are thrown out of line with affection
And I cannot hold it in
And I want to leave and run the streets, naked with passion
But I will not, I will shield myself and wait for another time

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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