I am Jack's broken back
Broken from lifting the weight of the world,
From making others troubles mine,
Right from the time my fingers were curled
I am Jack's raised brows,
Raised from the skepticism towards all around me,
Raised from the trust no one could gain,
Right since when I could first see
I am Jack's seething anger,
Seething from the love I never got back,
from the love they never deserved,
Right since humanity they began to lack.
I am Jack's fried brain,
Fried from doing the right things,
From watching out for them while they smoked,
Right since they saw those Pretty Young Things.
I am Jack's misplaced sense of righteousness,
Misplaced due to lack of a frame of reference,
Due to the botched up anesthesia of my brain,
Ever since I sat on this fence.
I am Jack's diabolical mind,
Diabolical since Nineteen Eighty Six,
Since knowing what kind of a place this was,
You want to know too? Come, let me get you a fix.
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