Sunday, September 29, 2024

poem

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Let's say you've rarely engaged in iniquity, gross injustice, wickedness,
sin of that sort.

And let's say the bad guys want you dead,
but it hasn't happened yet.

And let's say you're a poet since
age ten; the hunt for pathos
that things can be better
all day,
every day.

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