That word
means “disregard.”
It means “no need to listen.”
It means “less than.”
It means “ha ha, ahem, thanks,
let’s move on, shall we?”
That cyanide word,
bitter scent in your air.
That devouring word,
you are minced and eaten by a nibbling horde.
That word is a pat on the head
so hard it shortens you.
That word, like any label,
is used to assign you a place on the shelf:
something
unnecessary at the moment.
Something that will sit there
until it becomes poisonous
and can be discarded
with a clear conscience.

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