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Nullification

These words are not for reading.

Not for singing, not for shouting.

Not for saying, not for whispering.

These words are only for meaning.

 

After all, solving for x

Should always equal y,

And without such instances

Of equilibrium there can be no variance.

 

The scale must balance

Or the dragon will tip,

And tipsy dragons with their *****

Breath, perpetually drunk off their

Own fumes hunt –

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

 

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, TOCK

Out of rhythm -- as appears to be the style--

Or-not-style-or-maybe-style-is-out-of-style.

Oh Bill, what have we become?

These roses have no names!

 

And their smell is ****

Emo – Elmo **** – with no hope for redemption.

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Mar 22, 2012
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