A poet spoke of
Subtle martyrdom then asked
Why the suffering
If we're all quiet
Sometimes at sunrise we can
Almost be the birds
For sale I have this
Beautiful lyre kinship forged
Blood, flesh, muscle, bone
God help the one who
Wanted to grow up to be
Great Shel Silverstein
Is it quality
Or quantity that counts when
Casting stones at Nietzsche?
In capitalism
We must push out of our lives
He who cannot feed
Pee ess you might feel
Similar if scorpions
Circled Uranus
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