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Have a poem that I'd like to share
I share it in hopes
That perhaps you will spare yourself from evil dreams

A book has power - that's the image we gave
But a book in itself is a probable slave
I'm digging myself an early grave
By trying to some up
This bum of a man
That I think I know well
Because I can well it up
Whenever I choose
This "I think"
Means whatever it means
These evil dreams
Perpendicular souls
Required in a competition
With what is other.
You're not alone
but goddamn
You're going to have to fight!