the
cause of ruthless slavery
is with morals and logic,
without candy and sterile springs.
we all says gracious
used-to-bes
when we mean
allsinbabies
while tumbling so showly
in our slumbersome sleep
of flags and fritters true to
her only undabrella;
that blennorrhoea of
the individual who needs
to make public claims of
their own inertia
and its relation to the cousin
in picture, too busy to realize
every woman, man, and child must shout:
fuck your faxes&figures
days have more meaning
when proved by the accordion!
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the picture to go in.
