Take a Wild Guess at the Title after Reading This

I’ve been told lately that I’m…mean.

Ironic, I’d say.

That’s all I am trying to do

is mean.

From someone who meant

to apparently someone mean.

I became mean because I gave up a meaning

that I didn’t know was rented until

time was mean and made me return it.

I am mean because it gives me reason

to find meaning.

Someone has to be mean in this place

where meaning equals pleasure and pleasure equals

the end

and waiting for pleasure just makes everyone

mean.

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