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At the crowd in madness crushing

Uppose, sup, opposition

is ++ or -- and we each flip,

we see, already that shall ever be,

we repel each the other, or we do not.

 

Attraction, ah, yes, the old saw,

you get what you need,

you really, really  need, or else,

 

if then ity may role on becoming

ever so much more complicated,

 

and the crush of being one of those,

pushing pushing pushing, why

are we dying here,

in the middle…

 

as we feel the madness last,

laughing at the madness of crowds,

 

we knew, we knew, we never listen,

when our side is winning,

the opposing force is movable…

 

but the idea the mob had was wrong,

we were not doing anything,

we reacted un reasonably

evil, as madness is, in minds adapted to it.

Then

After Korea, this from

*** Felipe

Ya no hay locos, ya no hay locos

ya no hay locos, amigos ya no hay locos

ya no hay locos, en España ya no hay locos.

 

Todo el mundo está cuerdo

terrible, horriblemente cuerdo.

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Written by
kenpepiton
77 / M / Pine Valley CA
Published
Oct 31, 2022
Lines·Words
30·172
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And the few on whom the wall fell, what the hell, right, Crazy sane reality

What ever good it does, I pity the broken, and confess that's the best I can do, unknown you, feeling the pressure with you in the middle ignored and dying.

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