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Alas in class I can not stand,
for sitting stuck
I am

Bricked in within this open tomb,
a lamb not on the lamb

Penned in among a hundred sheep,
as, subtle thought, is shorn

This lectures lies on liberty,
a dogma badly worn

A lass up front, her words float forth,
entreating minds, "Obey!"

As silence echos loudly back,
against the yawning day

Perhaps tis cruel to vicious rule
this agony too long

To taunting treat and witty beat
this croaking siren song

Alas in class I must to stay,
or lass will doom my GPA

But even so I worry not,
as time entangles now my lot

For though this lass has caught me in
a class from which I wish to win
my freedom yet I do not fear
the warped ties that bind me here
at last a lass will be no more,
this bit of class will dull it's bore

And freedom will at last then come
as class, alas and this, is done



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Apathetic beauty pools, perfectly in scarlet spools;
stagnant, static, silent still. Sapping,
soft, the soul of
will."


Bye; Me.


It's easier if you do not care
(So please pay no attention).
Chains build the best of Apathy,
so feel no need to mention.
Or Strongly speak, or fight, or seek.
To further on your cause
It's best, for all, if you just fall
and for the present pause.
Just lay your down, put sleep your Sound,
Forget, relax, unwind.
You've done your most, so raise a toast
And easy your burdened mind.
Let go, let others fight the fight.
you've done So much, so far.
And how could any really Blame?
And why would you feel any shame?
If you should find yourself too lame?
and rest for just awhile
I'm sure what must be done will be,
Completed with no need of thee.
That just because you step aside,
the world will not itself De-ride.
There is no need for you to Care
To work or Wish or hope or dare.
There is no more that could be done,
with you Applied then were you gone.
The less you give (the more for you
The less you work) the less to do
Yes you could care but is there need?
For every effort? every deed?
Would not it better be for all
If all to better felt no call?
If better could be stored away
And kept for you some later day
So please pay no attention to
What pleas may come your way?
Let go, let obligation,
Live to bilk some other's day.
Life's short (so) as you make it
don't just squander as you go
For if they never have it
it's a loss they'll never
Know.
Keep all you can and when the then
at last
does dark your door.
I'm sure you'll harbor know regrets,
that you have all the more.
So do not care and do not dare
and do not think!
of others
For in the end you'll have no friend
and that's so far away
Enjoy the now; regard, less, how
and die with every day


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