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The statue I built In the Memorial Gardens In mid June By September had turned green It wasn't supposed to be of copper But of gold. I never asked for it to be a fountain But it was. The water came out of the eyes You can see the place where it ran down Now the park is bankrupt and the water is shut off His arm has a cigarette burn and his open hand holds a crumpled candy wrapper His green liver spotted hand. There is a ***** word carved into his pedestal The pigeons indulgently **** on him By February, thieves will have taken him. From the gardens and park that lay in disrepair Man erects plans and monuments God Laughs Man builds a statue of himself God's pigeons **** on it. His thieves take it And His good Earth swallows the memory.
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Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
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The statue I built In the Memorial Gardens In mid June By September had turned green It wasn't supposed to be of copper But of gold. I never asked for it to be a fountain But it was. The water came out of the eyes You can see the place where it ran down Now the park is bankrupt and the water is shut off His arm has a cigarette burn and his open hand holds a crumpled candy wrapper His green liver spotted hand. There is a ***** word carved into his pedestal The pigeons indulgently **** on him By February, thieves will have taken him. From the gardens and park that lay in disrepair Man erects plans and monuments God Laughs Man builds a statue of himself God's pigeons **** on it. His thieves take it And His good Earth swallows the memory.
alexander-witte
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Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
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