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Wait? No,
no, I shan't wait, I've a mind
to make some changes, in time,
as you have imagined, I am
a poet of the most illustrious,
and least industrious sort, but,
you know? In just so right uses,
we was used to being used as,
tov ra... beauty's hard truths
see, who rah reason came to,
was us, the used to hold shield walls,
as was the point in playing football, see
we was the first of our kind, grid iron men,
we entertained the miners and foundry folk,
made believe enough's enough, and enough
to share, give a care, think one anxious thought,
ghucking gone phorthought, just if I'd wisht it, right
you can see the worth of the artist in us all, right?
We all make up our minds what we choose to believe,
doncha wonder, what if we all just up and got it wrong,
long ol' time ago, cowboys and Comanches storied wars,
Magi, wise, knowers of old kept faithful sacred creeds, wait,
suffer it to be so, all things, all our gathered empty ambiguity,
as we who assumed, as children of about six summers, pledged,
eh, we who pledged, under God, in 1954, first class of us, used
to prove who answers yes to Eureka as a concept, at age seven.
Those few exposed to Omnibus on Sunday afternoons, those
few were made to believe, we were the free and the brave, us
*** from the glorious projection toward this very same tomorrow,
which, be not deceived, is thunk slow, drunk slow, sometimes, not
often but plenty, as survival has probably been from not driving,
when one of these foolish daring doings done been done, doing
any weeping in my beer, will not stave the gout, goodness gracious,
gout, and Ben Franklin, and me and Madame Helvetius,
as a just us, we mental aberrations
at edgewizened sidereality's
twinkling, just as ifs.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 10:24 PM UTC
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Wait? No,
no, I shan't wait, I've a mind
to make some changes, in time,
as you have imagined, I am
a poet of the most illustrious,
and least industrious sort, but,
you know? In just so right uses,
we was used to being used as,
tov ra... beauty's hard truths
see, who rah reason came to,
was us, the used to hold shield walls,
as was the point in playing football, see
we was the first of our kind, grid iron men,
we entertained the miners and foundry folk,
made believe enough's enough, and enough
to share, give a care, think one anxious thought,
ghucking gone phorthought, just if I'd wisht it, right
you can see the worth of the artist in us all, right?
We all make up our minds what we choose to believe,
doncha wonder, what if we all just up and got it wrong,
long ol' time ago, cowboys and Comanches storied wars,
Magi, wise, knowers of old kept faithful sacred creeds, wait,
suffer it to be so, all things, all our gathered empty ambiguity,
as we who assumed, as children of about six summers, pledged,
eh, we who pledged, under God, in 1954, first class of us, used
to prove who answers yes to Eureka as a concept, at age seven.
Those few exposed to Omnibus on Sunday afternoons, those
few were made to believe, we were the free and the brave, us
*** from the glorious projection toward this very same tomorrow,
which, be not deceived, is thunk slow, drunk slow, sometimes, not
often but plenty, as survival has probably been from not driving,
when one of these foolish daring doings done been done, doing
any weeping in my beer, will not stave the gout, goodness gracious,
gout, and Ben Franklin, and me and Madame Helvetius,
as a just us, we mental aberrations
at edgewizened sidereality's
twinkling, just as ifs.
Freedom from fretting forces few happy old men to be convinced that the bad guys won and magic ceased seeping from old facts tested as one might test the very idea that exalts itself above all that is called true... winning.
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