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Sometimes You Gotta Kill
Like when driving down the highway
at 78.5 miles per hour
and a bird, a possum,
or some other small, dumb-eyed
animal won't get out of your way,
it is better to keep going
and hope that it misses your tires
instead of trying to swerve at that speed
and possibly dying yourself.